Ask me in 2008 and I would have given this place five stars for dancing greatness. Sweaty nights, sipping high lifes and stumbling home, you couldn't ask for a better place.
As I got older and more into the hanging with friends calmly at bars, my thoughts of cramming into "grandma's attic" (as I call it) and grinding up on sweaty sweaty people soured and I reserved them for special occasions like post break up daggering. So ask me last week and I would have given it a solid 2.
Then on Saturday night, magic was in the air. Two new lovers found solice by the dumpster to have some sweet sweet tongue grinding. The young woman, excited at the prospect of this, tried to hoist herself up onto the dumpster. Struggling at the angle, she tried to push again. Finally, her beau lifted her up and put her on the plastic lid.
And the lid caved in.
Maybe you've seen two legs sticking out against the landscape of a dumpster before, but I had not and I will never forget those majestic limbs flailing. One flip flop sacrificed to the trash.
Five stars. Forever.
This place is awesome. I had heard about The 700 but it took me a helluva long time to actually get there. We swung through last Friday on a whim and grabbed some drinks downstairs before heading up to the "living room" dance party area. Drinks were very reasonably priced, and there was a variety that covered everything from cheap swill to schmancier libations.
Once upstairs, it didn't take long for the dance floor to fill up. This place gets packed very quickly, so my advice would be to get there early and claim your spot on the floor. The DJ was great, at first playing a random mix of Queen, Blondie and other old school tunes, then tapering into the more mainstream stuff that got the youngins excited. I was glad when the DJ brought back a mix that included some older stuff. I like to booty pop like the rest of them but after a while, every bubble butt song starts to sound exactly the same.
Before I got onto the dance floor, I actually thought the place was well air conditioned. But the moment I started dancing that was not the case. But as a friend told me, "If you don't leave with your hair plastered to your face, you're doing it wrong." And I agree.
The bar tender, Cassei (short hair, blonde girl), she hates her job so all that she does is having a bad face. She didn't want to make me and my friend Absinthe, because "she didn't have time for that". Also, we were told her name was Cassei, so when we asked her if her name was Cassei, she said "oh, I don't like saying my name to costumers"
Honestly, she was the worst bar tender I ve ever met before. And believe me Im a real traveler.
Also, the ones who think this place is  5 stars is because they re americans and they didn't go to Argentina or maybe some places in Europe: party from 12 to 6am, with much better people and much more crowdy places.
I mean, come on! 30 people on the second floor? seriously? you think that's awesome?
This place is always packed and the music mix is good. Â I can get hot in there very quickly even in the winter time. The bar upstairs becomes cash only after 11pm I believe. I spend most of my time upstairs however downstairs is a great place to hang when the place isnt as busy because they have good craft and import beers in both bottle and draft.
I forgot the couches they are very old and warn and people walk on them and dance on them but nothing like drinking and relaxing on an old couch it gives it a house party feel. The DJ booth is in a creative spot !!!
The place makes you feel like you're at a kick-ass house party and it's just a great time all around. Except for that time when someone stole my phillies cap. That bastard.
Thus far my favorite place in the city on a friday or saturday night. I've only been here once though, and that makes me sad. I need to make some friends that want to go out more.
The downstairs is a pretty normal bar. Â Upstairs is for sweaty, sweaty, dancing (in a good way). Â It is well designed. Â You can chill out downstairs and have a conversation, or you can go deaf upstairs (in a good way). Â This place is for acting foolish, not for people watching. Â It's not fancy, things will get gross upstairs (in a good way).
Review Source:700 club...one of my favorite Friday/Saturday night spots for burning a hole in the dance floor. Â There is always an awesome DJ upstairs throwing it down on the super tight packed dance floor. Â Throw your jacket on one of the many couches you would find at your grandparents place and hit the floor. Â
 There is a great beer/liquor selection & the bar staff is incredibly helpful. Tracey (sp) the owner did it right.  My favorite thing about this spot...if there is a futbol match going on, it'll be on the tele.  They opened super early everyday for the World Cup.  I took in so many Euro Cup games as well.  Great crowd, awesome regulars, just all around great spot!
The 700 Club is a place where everyone is dancing even though none of them are good at it. The DJ spun an excellent, pop-oriented set. The beer is reasonably priced. I really dug the house party aesthetic, but more than anything else I liked the low-key but high-energy vibe of the people there. If you're just looking to dance and have a good time and hang out with cool people, and don't want to worry about having to strut your stuff in an over-the-top nightclub, the 700 Club is for you.
Review Source:I love this place! Ever since I discovered it has a dance floor about a month ago I haven't gone dancing anywhere else.
It's quirky. I love the wallpaper, couches, and carpeting. I love how it feels like you're dancing in someones living room. The best part is that there's never a cover. The bartenders are nice. Last time I was there their credit card machine broke and I wasn't able to tip the bartender. She was still really friendly under stress despite the fact that she was losing money.
The worst part is I always hear the same songs every weekend. There should be more variety. Oh--and the bathroom lines are always incredibly long, and the bathrooms always have puddles on the floor that sometimes soak through my shoe.
It's hilarious to see what the kids are coming up with these days. Â Whoever came up with this place is the smartest person ever. Â Lets have a place that essentially is a house party, but, lets charge for every drink we serve and make a ton of money. Â Genious.
As for the bad reviews, you have to know what you're getting into before you come here. Â The reviewers who scoff at the concept of fake hipsters dancing to puff daddy, this is northern liberties brother! Â Vegetarians shouldn't be allowed to review steakhouses, and those that try to take the people or places in nolibs seriously shouldn't review places in nolibs!
Come here, act like you're at a college house party, enjoy a relatively affordable drink ($3-4/beer, $4-6 for good liquor), be slightly sad that you didn't think of this business opportunity first, but then get super happy because hypnotize just came on and thats your jam. Â Especially with a decent group of friends this place is really fun.
All this place is missing is an shot ice luge and solo cups with jungle juice.
Its like someone's house. Â Old and creaky...the attic (dance area) is full of dirty hipsters, fat-necked suburban PA dudes, and chubby chicks dancing to hip hop...or what they call dancing down here.
The downstairs is a college-type atmosphere...its def not distinguishable from other college kid-filled bars in the Philly area.
Good thing the beers were $3...and I was buzzed, otherwise, I would totally wanna bail within a minute of witnessing the first big girl do the hands-down-butt-up dance. Â yuuuuck
This seems to be the place for me and my crew to go every time after already having drank and caroused for hours somewhere else. There is something about the dark-hipster apartment-dance floor-80s/90s hip hop music scene that really gets us going. Let's pretend its not the booze and say that I am a STAR dancer when I get here. Every time.
The DJ booth has a toilet in it and I'm waiting some day for someone to sit on it and take a dump. I could totally see this happening at this place. I'm also waiting for the floor to cave in as every time I'm dancing (jumping) on it with tons of other people, it seems like it's buckling just a liiiittle too much.
The downstairs is a teenie tiny bar where I have managed to spend very little time (I think?). But apparently they play all the soccer games and have a great bottled beer and rye whiskey selection. Just in case you like drinking whiskey and/or beer and watching sports at the same time.
I didn't check in because I was already drunk and it slipped my mind (5 bottles of champs at dinner will do that).
Clearly i should have left much sooner than i did but the shots of whiskey kept coming and the hipsters wanted to battle dance I had to oblige them in my 4 inch heels. Pretty much a blur but i had a rocking good time (i have the photos and body injuries to prove it) I sweated out my do' and stripped down to my skirt and tank Id say i showed those hipsters who was boss (on the dance floor at least).
Hearts for the 700 Club
I've actually been here a dozen times, yet having recently joined the smartphone world, my check-ins and reviews start now!
I love to dance upstairs at 700 Club. Â Great tunes and you feel like you're dancing in your grandma's living room (strange but it totally works).
Most recently, I stopped in for a beer while my sushi order at Koi was being prepared. Bartender was chummy, the place was not too full, beers were refreshing.
It can get very very crowded on the weekends and late week nights, but my most recent visit was relaxing.
I can't really remember how or why the group I was with ended up here but I regret nothing. Skip the crowded bar and head upstairs to join in on the dancing. Don't worry, there's also a bar upstairs. It has the feel of a dimly lit frat house and there was a great mix of 90's hip-hop playing the first time I went so I have high expectations for my return.
One last thing, please don't be like those people who sat on the couches for a few hours. It makes the rest of us feel awkward and wonder what you're doing there in the first place.
Get your facial hair ready...pack your flats and don't forget to pull out your extra small sweater from the dryer for a sweaty, fun dance party. Â Seriously one of the best dj's on Saturday nights. Â The man was actually mixing before our eyes. Â Even shazaam couldn't pick up half of this guy's stuff. Â I was mightily impressed by the ratio. Â Thank god it was not a broasis. Â They play a pretty good mix of 80s, top 40, and general awesomeness. Â
Tip: come here in the winter when it's cold out. Â This place has no AC. Â No AC = No 5 stars
If I were a cartoon the devil on my shoulder would be encouraging me to tell you how awful this place is. But that would be for the selfish reason of less-people=more room for me and my friends.
I'm real though, and honest at that. So know that if you're looking to dance to Kanye, Dolly Parton and the Human League in a five minute span, this is it. If no one will offer up there house for you to get sloppy and stomp your feet, this fake-house/real-bar will serve you well and you're not evening going to have to wake up to a glass and bottle littered living room in the morning.
Also, I've met way more fun people than jerks here. For the most part, it feels like everyone knows or wants to know each other.
Since moving to Philly in September, I've been to the 700 club a good number of times, but only for their weekend night dance parties on the second floor.
Sometimes the music is FANTASTIC! Mix of Michael Jackson, The Cure, Biggie Smalls... other times it just plain stinks (techno/electronic/house/modern day hip hop). So I am quite conflicted about how I feel about this place. When the DJ is on, they're ON. When they're not, it's disappointing because I know how great the music CAN be here. And it doesn't seem to be consistent from weekend night to weekend night. So it's kind of a hit or miss place.
Also, I am confused as to why people say this is a hipster bar! I mean, yeah, there are SOME hipsters that go here, but I don't find the overwhelming majority of people to be hipsters, but more yuppie-ish types. Just sayin'
So yeah, I'm a little conflicted about the 700 club, hence the 3 stars.
Reading the 1 and 2 Star reviews are HILARIOUS. Those are exactly the people that feel out of place at an establishment such as this.
Huge Fan. Mostly of the dance party upstairs. a) please be already drunk b) wear your hipster gear c) don't sit on the couches...its like that Febreeze commercial with the blindfolds
The bar downstairs is good as well. They are friendly and they serve the standards and some extra stuff.
I would place this place a little behind "Barbary" in terms of 100% hipster. I'm sure its a little TOO mainstream now..... The hipsters liked this place like 3 years ago, but will still come out for an appearance.
Here are some FAQs about the 700 Club...
Q: Â How did this place get such an original name?
A: Â There is nothing original about the name. Â It is a club located on the 700 block of 2nd st. Â It is like naming your black cat "black cat."
Q: Â What's the inside of the bar look like?
A: The inside of the bar is like the inside of every other bar in northern liberties. Â Dimly lit, wood paneling, a draft list in colored chalk, and other faux dive bar characteristics for rich white folk too lazy or scared to go to a proper dive bar.
Q: Â How is the drink selection?
A: Â It is a bar like any other. Â They offer a wide selection of social lubricants. Â They offer $3 Yuengling which is pretty cheap, but so is getting punched in the face. Â They are also notable for serving absinthe.
Q: Â Absinthe? Â That sounds expensive. Â I want one!
A: Â Well, they offer it for a whopping $13 a shot, but it isn't the famous kind that gives you hallucinations, but the safe legal kind, which in it's place you could mix some jager with sugar and you would honestly not know the difference.
Q: Â I hear there's dancing. Â I hope it's not stupid club hits. Â I love to dance, but I hate pop music that panders to the bro douchebags.
A: Â You're in luck! Â This place does offer dancing in a crammed poorly ventilated area with musty couches to sit on when you're too tired from awkward white people dancing and shoe gazing. Â And instead of pop music that panders to bro douchebags, you have some Beatles, and indie rock that panders to hipster douchebags.
Q: Â What do you have against the Beatles? Â Have even listened to them? Â I mean... REALLY listened to them?
A: Â I have... when I was 12 years old, and back then I acknowledged the fact that rock and roll has progressed significantly in the last 45+ years. Â It seems ridiculous to me that people hold the Beatles in such blind high esteem, the same way Christian fundamentalists have such blind faith in the bible. Â But we're getting off topic.
Q: Â Sounds like you didn't care for the 700 club.
A: Â Sounds pretty accurate.
I'd like to say this is a 4-star place. Â It's got the standard narrow bar on the first floor which I'm sad to say I rarely patron. I mostly hit up the dance floor upstairs on the weekends. Â I've gone as early as 9:30 when it's empty (though, as mentioned elsewhere, the DJ is very cool and played some requests for the small group I was with to start us off) and nearly every time I go, I'll stay til last call when it's packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Â I'm giving them 5 stars though for being the only dance club in the neighborhood and keeping in theme with the surroundings (read: hipster).
I will say that I'm a run of the mill white collar twenty-something non-hipster living in No Libs, but I still get a solid group of friends to come out about once a month just to round a night out heading here to dance, and I don't feel any akward "you-don't-belong-here" vibes whatsoever. Â A fair few of the times I've been, giant dance circles have formed (which will take up the entire width of the place) with everyone having a fantastic time of it. Â Dress to break a sweat, moderately loud atmosphere up there too (ears shouldn't hurt, but you'll probably have to yell for conversation).
Definitely worth checking out if you want to move and shake a bit in a cool unique setting. Â DJ spinning from the bathroom, Bartender serving from the kitchen, dance party in the living room. I like it.
I was going to the 700 Club to dance before I was legal to drink. Those were the days, riding my bike up from South Philly to Northern Liberties just to boogie-down on the dance floor. Am I going to get in trouble for posting this, I wonder?...
The downstairs bar is pretty laidback, but for fun and music go upstairs to dance with the party-people.The decor of the upstairs bar is somewhat strange, but a bathtub by the DJ booth and a couch on the dance floor give the 700 Club an odd homey feeling.
I got the party bug out of my system by the time I was 22, so I can't really say what the vibe at the 700 Club is like these days, but I'd be sad if the fun was gone. In the days when my girlfriends and I went out every single night of the week the 700 Club was our sanctuary from the douche crews at places like Tiki Bob's. Party on.
During the week and weekend afternoons, this place is an awesome dive-y neighborhood bar, strewn with locals in a very casual, devil-may-care atmosphere. Â It is during those times that I love 700 best, especially in late spring and early autumn when all the windows on the first floor are open and you can sit nearby with the breeze in your hair while having good beer and conversation.
Loyal 700 clubbers tend to be clique-y, but you've gotta love a place that is devoted to English football and that shows the games at all hours. Â Bartending is top notch: with reasonable prices, they can make a mean cocktail and know their extensive beer offerings inside and out. Â They also always play a good selection of vinyl on their record player.
As mentioned in other reviews, crowd rapidly changes during weekends (a little younger, some bordering on the obnoxious), especially upstairs - which gets positively roasting and super tight when it's rocking at full capacity. The bathrooms, like the questionable furniture upstairs are grimy, sticky and super dirty - try to avoid them all. Â If you can find space to jam and a little room to breathe, get your groove on because most often, the DJ's are the tops.
Otherwise stay downstairs at the bar, enjoy the tunes, the serious beer available (with two hand pumps, hurray) and take in the crowd (but at your own risk).
I used to drive down 6 hours from college 7 years ago (!) just to dance at the 700 Club. Julia Factorial, aka the greatest dj ever, would spin Modern Lovers and Wire and Bel Biv Devoe so seemlessly together she must have been magic. The floor was smokey and sweaty and people DANCED. Hard. Like their lives depended on it. They were salad days. I used to think a Wednesday night at 700 would be my make-a-wish.
Then, as has been noted, the crowd changed. The unfuns, the gawkers, the jerz invaded. But I went last night and saw a glimmer of its old magic. I say we take it back! Bring me your poor, sweaty, fun, queer huddled masses yearning to breathe free! Bring me your potheads and coke kids and cute art students! Bring me your tired from working too hard but still dances hard to let the stress go! Bring me! Because in 2010 I resolved to live godamn it.
If you took hipsters, plopped them into Grandma's parlor, gave them a large, reasonably priced beer list and slapped it down within walking distance of the El, you'd have the 700 Club.
I was only there for a little while to celebrate a friend's birthday; we left early because we just weren't feeling the crowd and decided to head down to the Dive instead. Â I'll definitely head back up there if I'm sick of South Philly drinking for the night. Â
They lose a star because the crowd seems half hipsters, half-nolibs yuppie douchebags, and I really don't feel like hearing My New Haircut screaming about "fuckin skanks." Â But if you keep the crowd in mind, you'll be fine.
Dear 700 Club,
I would love to love you. There are so many things about you that I can get behind. Your wonderful beer selection (HITACHINO FTW), your house party in the parlor setting, your music.
It would all be wonderful, were it not for the intense number of DOUCHE BAGS that I encountered here! So many salacious remarks were made to me I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to leave the sides of my male friends and boyfriend. While getting drinks I was submitted to intense objectification. I merely said "excuse me" to some fellows at the bar, apologizing for interrupting their conversation so I could order. While BLATANTLY staring at my chest they said "It's okay, we were talking about you anyway". I left. Disgusted.
While with my friends I had a very nice time dancing the night away, but I just couldn't shake off the fact that there were so many skeezballs! Perhaps I went on the wrong night, but that shit was just unacceptable.
While I've only been to the downstairs bar once (for shame, I know!) and the upstairs for dancing a handful of times, I have never had a bad time here. I can't say much about the downstairs bar because of said lack of experiences, but I do remember it being pretty dead (fine by me) the night I was there. And the bartender had on a great t-shirt. (I remember the little things, folks.) There was definitely a strong "locals hang here often" feel to it, though I remember feeling  welcome on that first visit. Good vibes, my friends, good vibes.
Upstairs, though, is my jam. I love the whole house party feel, including the cruddy couches (on which I rarely ever sit because I'm too busy bustin' my moves), the bar in the kitchen and the massive amount of sweat dripping from people's bodies. Drinks are pretty cheap and the dancing is free. On Saturday nights, the DJ plays a fun mix of old school hip hop and other dance-y stuff. (I hadn't heard Cool C's "Glamorous Life" in nearly 20 years so naturally I had to watch the video over and over on You Tube the next day. Thanks for bringing back the memories, 700!)
To put it simply: The 700 Club makes for a perfect last minute, must-go-dancing-after-three-pitchers-of-margaritas destination.
I think the fact that I've had fun on every single visit most definitely warrants five stars.
PS. It gets really hot upstairs. If that sort of thing (getting sweaty) bugs you, then upstairs is not ideal for you. And if you're wearing lots of layers (wintertime, especially), forget it. Either ditch 'em, leave 'em at home, or wait 'til tank top season to shake your thing.
With the Barbary and Silk City kicking off things in full swing, I rarely find myself here for a night of dancing anymore. especially since 941 Theater started bringing in the occasional dance night of epicness. But that doesn't mean that the upstairs doesn't have it's good nights. If anything it only means that there's usually more room to cut a rug, and when you're as tall as I am that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
But to me the best and most consistent thing about 700 Club is still the downstairs bar. The bartenders always whip up some pretty strong drinks. And the beer selection is always exceptionally well rounded. And this bar will always be known as the reason that I've sworn off Mad Elf (good thing it's seasonal!).
Last night at the bar, I learned about friendship, revenge and discovery. The ultimate trinity.
-A note about friendship-
You don't really know someone until you've seen them drunk. That said, don't marry or exclusively date someone until you've seen them drunk.
-A note about revenge-
If a drunk person is acting like an asshole, buy them a shot. Just make sure it's Baileys and Rose's lime juice. It's called a cement mixer and it spreads like a virus throughout their entire mouth, while congealing into a rancid sludge grossfest. This gets all up in your gums, in between your teeth, coats your throat. Ugh, just nasty. Last night's victim (might I say he rightfully deserved it) said it tasted like his grandmother's curtains. Best. Revenge. Ever.
-A note about discovery-
Was introduced to a delicious new cocktail, thanks to the talented bartender, Andrew (as per another friend's request). Called a Rosita. The traditional recipe calls for slightly different ingredients, but this was his take on it last night. Check it:
  * 1 1/2 oz. Gin
  * 1/2 oz. Campari
  * 3 oz. OJ
  * 2 dash Angostura bitters
Stir with ice, strain into an iced filled Old Fashioned glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
So, what have we learned? Drink with your friends before you're ready to call them friends; devise alternate, non-violent, but equally satisfying revenge plots for assholes at bars; drink only as much as your guardian angel can fly.
So, I've only been to the 700 club once before this weekend. Â It was the same night that I first went to Silk City, which is now my favorite Saturday night dance locale. Â So needless to say, 700 club paled in comparison. Â Based on a friend's recommendation, I gave it another try this weekend, and I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.
I still prefer dancing at Silk City, but this weekend I really had a good time at 700 club. Â The music is fun and easy to dance to, but they play a little more hip hop than I like. Â That being said, the crowd was fun, I ran into a bunch of people that I know, and there was a decent amount of room to dance, which is always good when you like to flail about when you're dancing. Â
I like the fact that the upstairs is set up like a house party, although it's still way cooler than any house party I ever went to in college. Â I'm also a little skeeved out by the couches. Â Fabric and dance clubs are not a good combination... Â
We took a break from the dancing and hung out downstairs for a little while, where I also had a really nice time. Â We actually got seats at the bar and were served cheap drinks (yay for drinks under $5) and were doted on by an awesome bartender, who not only kept our glasses full, but also didn't batt an eye when we only wanted water. Â Oh, and he also described us as "poised and full of grace" which are two adjectives that have NEVER been used to describe me before. Â Maybe he was drunk too, but it was appreciated :) Â
All in all, when I'm looking for a night out that involves drinking and dancing, but I'm not looking for something quite as "balls to the walls" as Silk City, I'll be back!
i haven't been to the old 700 club in quite some time. Â But, ya know what, i don't think i have to. Â I would pick up the City Paper on a Friday, and check the listings, and , yep, the 700 Club HAS NO VARIETY Â same stupid shit, day in, day out. Â
On my last visit, i sat , watching a bunch of wannabe indie kids dancing drunkenly to fucking Justin Timberlake. Â What the fuck is that about? Â 'Cmon, I know you can do better.
The 700 Club was certainly the spark that sorta ignited the NoLibs bar scene, yet, thankfully it did, because there are a lot better places to go in the neighborhood.
It used to be fun and I used to be a hip 23 year old jerk who invaded Philadelphia. would I go back? Probably not. It was a phase, and I am over it. It was good while it lasted. The summer of 2005 is the reason I got stuck in Philly and I owe some of that to the 700 club. Getting stuck here is probably one of the best things that ever happened to me.
Cool bar none-the-less and they show soccer games. The upstairs is a cool dance spot.
This place would be amazing if they played the music that is meant to be played there.
Instead you'll be hearing random mainstream rap/hip hop with some "flashback hits", and I use that term loosely. Â They will try to trick you with a great indie anthem, but don't be fooled, your music experience will continue to suck.
This was always bar #2 in my holy trinity of Standard Tap, 700 Club, and Minfo. I had way too many stupid nights of coming too early, sitting on the couches or coming too late and tapping hemispheres with other ladies to try to get to the tiny kitchenette bar upstairs. But I could always get myself two free packs of cigarettes when those Camel people came there [which was every night, it seems].
The downstairs is cool if you just want to stand around looking not-so-impressive and talk about stupid shit like how the guy wearing the Locust shirt isn't really into them because they're noisy garbage, he just wants the street cred.
Or there was always the upstairs that used to play some good music, but I hear it's now Jock Jamz 2008.
My favorite night there was when we were upstairs sort of close to the set of stairs and this guy comes barreling by with his hands ringed around another guy's neck. They tussle around for about 10 seconds. The one guy exclaims, just as the music goes down and the lights go up "I had ANAL SEX with your girlfriend! EVERYONE in here had anal sex with your girlfriend!" I quietly say "Um. I didn't, sir."
What a cool little neighborhood bar.
These are the kinds of places I look for and love. Just a chill place to get a cheap strong drink and not be bothered by drunken dipsh*ts or morons. Instead, what you will get here is a totally down to earth vibe, a pleasing decor with awesome green walls and dark woods and a charming and approachable owner/bartender named Kurt/Curt (sp?) and a really nice time.
Yeah, if I was a Philly-ite, I'd have a warm seat here for sure!
I never went to the 700 club in the late 90's, as I was a midwestern teenager at that point, hanging out in basements and parks, so I can't really confirm or deny this "change" everyone seems to be speaking to. What I do know is that I've had a really good time there the few times I've been.
I guess I didn't go for the scene or to measure the relative douchiness of the frat boy types lurking about( which indeed, there are many). I just went to dance, which I was able to do wildly and unabashedly to music that was popular and fun. It felt simple and spazzy and lacking in self-consciousness, which feels to me like a rare, precious thing in Philadelphia.
Also, the drinks are strong. Real strong. Prepare for a headache that is hopefully worthwhile.
Like many of the other reviewers I visited the 700 during its heyday in 99-00 when it was a very cool place to be - great music, great people and it was genuinely hip. I can't comment on its current "unhipness" as I've moved on, but I can tell a 700 Club story...
Back sometime in 99-00 Â I was there and I was upstairs toward the front near the DJ. the place was packed and it was jumpin. I was shaking my booty and making starry eyes at my lady friend when pa-whoosh! The speaker right next to the DJ burst into flame! I was a LONG way from the exit so I grabbed a tablecloth and smothered it as fast as I could, saving the day! And that's how I managed to live another day and be a hero for my lady. We fell in love and lived happily ever after.
Ah, the nostalgia I feel for this place. Â psych! Â
Fun dancing, hetero or not. Â But it was fun because of the youngsters (myself included) who were more willing to let loose and enjoy it. Â Yeah, there are some fratty guys (but it is still way better than old city). Â There were a handful of creepy, older guys plastered to the wall, sexually harassing everyone with their glances. Â The drinks were reasonable, and aside from a few awful, floor-clearing songs and some awkward transitions between songs, the dj was great and it is a fun place.
ps: if the crowd looks younger, it means that you are getting older, and it might be time to move to the suburbs.
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