That's right y'all. Literally, The Machine of Flavor. My friends and I went on a Friday night because we heard it had a great gay night with lots of hotties (and we live like 30 seconds away from it.) However, we walked into a crowd of about 20 people. Mostly straight couples that were part of a birthday party in the corner. I'll be honest, I couldn't really understand most of what was going on because I'm one of those Latinas that can't speak Spanish. But I did understand the lady who came and offered up the birthday buffet to me, which I politely declined. (Though it was very nice of her to offer) They played a lot of pachatta. The dance steps seemed pretty simple but also like something my grandma would dance to. And the interior of the club reminded me a lot of a roller skating rink with glow in the dark, squiggly lines on the walls. I didn't bring the fiance, so I didn't dance. Not to mention, I don't know much salsa or pachatta. But all the other patrons seemed to enjoy themselves. I don't think it was worth the $8 cover charge though.
Oh, Revere. Keep trying.