The Starline

Awful.

One bartender with a packed house.  Door guy is continually rude to every person who walks through the door...and I have seen him start physical fights (start!) with customers on more than one occasion.  The sound is meh at best. The best place for decent sound in that venue is in the bathroom...too bad it smells like hobo vomit. They treat the bands like sh!t and have stolen, er, skimmed, money from  many, many local bands.  They recently got some new LED stage lights, so +1 star for that.

This is for Bachata Tuesday and Salsa Thursday nights...... which are always a good time.  It's more like going to a good house party than to a bar. Leave your purse or car keys on the table and nobody messes with them. Even though it's latin dancing, there is a very diverse and fun crowd. Pick out some partners and dance all you want-- it doesn't matter if you suck! Reasonable drink prices and a good vibe.

If you are of legal drinking age and from out of state, prepare to be treated like a second rate citizen by unprofessional staff at this establishment. I am fairly new to Fresno and enjoy partaking in the fine spirits the Tower District has to offer. This particular night, I was out with a guy friend. We entered to the venue around 11:30, paid the bartender for our beverages, received our beers, then were asked for our ID's. My friend got a different beer than he ordered, but we both just smiled because, hey, mistakes happen. My valid Oregon license was hauled away to be further tested for legitimacy, totally understandable and happens often.
The bar wench returned in a huff, took my beer right out of my hand while it was on its way to my quivering lips. "You need to go out there and talk to the doorman, " she hissed. With a look of confusion I turned to my friend who only shrugged.
I walk out to the ticket booth hallway, to find a bald headed bouncer hunched over with my ID shoved under a lamp like some crooked jeweler. I proceed to empty the contents of my wallet on the counter, SS Card, Visa, old Oregon student ID. He continues to look at me, then my ID, then me, then my ID.
"What more do you want?" I inquired. "Do you have anything else with your birthday on it?" he asked. Which I did not, because it was right on my ID. Continuing to study for nonexistent discrepancies on my ID, he asks me my birthday, I respond and throw in "I turn 23 in two weeks. I understand your scrutiny but the way you are going about this makes me feel not welcome."
After another moment of retarded gawking, with a dark look worthy of a thousand disappointed fathers, and not a single word uttered, he hands me back my ID... hesitantly. I rush back inside to choke down my beer. I did not bother ordering a second, the tenders completely ignored us after that anyways.
Overall, the staff demonstrated that they were lacking competence and took great pride in their rude stupidity.