Inferno

A good time can definitely be found here! The happy hour from 10-11 was OUTRAGEOUS! $1 Bud and Bud Light bottles, you can't miss that and $2 wells. I was sold. They played hip music mixed with a few of the good tunes from days past. The venue is just outstanding and well kept, not drab and dirty like many places you may find... This is a place I will frequent!

A surprisingly slick dance club in the heart of Salina, Kansas (pop. ~50,000).  It's a trip walking from Salina's historic small town downtown into this club.

This club was known as The Groove until sometime in 2008, when a fire caused extensive damage.  Owner Rusty Leister (who also owns Big Nose Kate's across the street), reopened it as the Inferno.

There was a $3 cover for me, which I reluctantly paid.  Good move.  The  "stamp" was a sharpie scribble on my wrist.

Well-decorated.  The Inferno has a low key atmosphere with: dance lights casting laser star fields across the club, lava-colored tabletops that flow when you set your drink on them, wide-screen monitors that have Dr Who-ish graphics representing flames, reds, oranges, yellows. Well done.

Inferno plays a normal sort of dance music. Unlike most dance clubs I've been to (and I'm no expert), it has a very small dance floor, and a proportionally large set of bars on two floors, and lots of seating.  Over a hundred people were easily there, but only a fraction could fit on the dance floor.  Many of the patrons were not too interested in dancing, but instead preferred socializing (and, I imagine, hooking up).

The price for alcohol seems competitive with Salina's other bars, but Inferno gets progressively more crowded later in the night as people walk from nearby bars: Big Nose Kate's and 111 Ultra Lounge.

In terms of race and sexual identity, the crowd at Inferno is the most diverse I've seen in Salina. I met some interesting people here. Everything you would expect from a dance club--from very drunk girls barely holding up their cleavage; to an older gentleman with a white suit, fedora, and wrinkled face break-dancing (drawing attention from the whole club); to a butch lesbian phreaking playfully with coupled young women.  For some reason, Salina police seem to come to this club often and watch the dance floor for an unreasonably long time.

I didn't care for their bear selection, but Inferno was well worth a visit as a sincere honest-to-God dance club on the plains.

After 2 am last call, the crowd is quickly forced out the doors.  It would be better if they allowed patrons to dance off their buzz for a while after the bar closes, but perhaps local law does not allow it.