Have A Nice Day Cafe

Havent been to the club since 2008, but when I did go, it cost $10 to get in, it was a pure sausage fest and the girls that were available appeared to be way too young for my taste. Anytime you see a girl at the club with Dora the Explorer socks, JUST SAY NO. Aside from the "free buffet" of unseasoned meatballs and spoiled cheese, the highlight of the night was watching three girls on the dance floor show just how drunk they were and getting butter ball nekkid. Of course security broke it up, but I guess I could say I got my monies worth. TWO STARS.

I can't believe this place is still open. Every time I go here someone always asks me if I have cocaine (as previously mentioned). The only other place I have been approached by a stranger asking for cocaine is at a Tool concert - but at least there I feel like I'm with people that have common interests...Yes, there are a lot of ugly girls and a lot of underage girls. Be careful on your way out after you leave the club, this is usually where fights break out and people get beaten and mugged by gangs. Have a Nice Day. Not trying to scare you - you can read it in the news for yourself and make your own judgment call. The bouncers are amateurs and acted like pricks the last few times I have been over the years. Trashy place attracting trashy people - This is why I love Richmond.

For the record, this review is from the one time I was dragged here by some people back in December 2005. Although it's possible that it has improved, I doubt that such is the case.

I was with a group celebrating our graduation from the Captains Career Course and we were greeted with a pat-down that may have been a test run for current TSA proceedures. While I'm sure most people go to this club hoping to have someone rub their crotches, I don't think the bouncer is the person envisioned. They should have at least offered us cigarettes afterward. One of our members was almost denied entrance because he was wearing hiking boots and had to prove that they were not steel-toed. Now there's nothing wrong with security, but you have to wonder about the violence level that has caused the place to adopt such measures.

Inside was little better. The flashing lights, lasers, and throbbing music hit me like wrecking ball. At first I thought someone had slipped something in my drink, then realized I didn't have one. So it was off to the bar for something - anything - to help make it through this night. Usually, I can shove my way through any crowd, but the people were so thick that even I had significant trouble. On the way, three different girls who were clearly underage attempted to flirt their way into getting me to buy them a drink. Unfortunately for them, my borderline pedophobia produced a negative result.

Upon establishing a spot at the bar I proceeded to order a stream of whiskey and beer and serve as the ordering spot for the group. Twice I was dragged away onto the dance floor when a member of the group found a female who wanted to dance with me. I will never forgive them these two incidents. One was missing two teeth and the other was probably not legal to vote; both asked if I had any cocaine.

After a while I was finally intoxicated enough to not worry about where I was and was able to stay at the bar until last call. The designated driver took us all back to our various places of abode. I have not spoken to any member of that group since.