The Phoenix is typically [from what I hear] used as a booty bumpin' nightclub, although I showed up last night for some twangy indie music that left the cops furrowing their eyebrows. Â
I'd never ventured off into Greenville's nightlife before and took the opportunity to listen to some live music since I'm, well, back in town. Â And well, having friends with low standards definitely helps out the Phoenix from losing more stars than they have.
So most "nightclubs" don't have AC. Â Whatever. Â It was hot as f@ck and I can only imagine it being worse with more people than the little indie bands gathered. Â So anyway, no AC. Â That's okay... but you loose props.
On the other hand, not having properly stocked bathrooms is not only shitty for the people who have to pay $7 to hang out in a sweaty, stickily-carpeted, hell-hole... But I think also against normal health code. Â I don't even WANT to know where the bartenders are washing their hands. Â Also, taking the tank covers off the backs of the toilets isn't helping your war on drugs...
The sound was a little off. Â Maybe they didn't consider tuning their speakers for rock-ish music versus their normal [undoubtedly] crappy hip-hop shenanigans. Â
The bar tenders- though hard working... well, there was usually only one. Â It wouldn't be a problem for a place with a small bar... but the bar spans half of the pretty large venue. Â
Oh, and not only do they serve nothing but craptastic beer [which is fine] but they proceeded to run out of said beer including but not limited to: bud, bud light, miller light [which was gone within 30 minutes], corona, heineken, red stripe, and the small selection of tall boys... And overheard in conversation: bourbon, whiskey, and well vodka.
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There really aren't anymore words.