Rock N Roll Beach Club

The most utterly forgettable of the Pleasure Island clubs. The lighting is more like a T.G.I. Friday's than a night club, and the band cranking out rock covers from the past 40 years was just so-so. There's a second story overlooking the dance floor, so I was able to watch my parents' generation mix it up to Aerosmith. In this context, the dollar jello shots just seemed kind of embarrassing. I can't remember how we ended up in there, but we got out pretty fast.

40 and up. Just kidding, 21...