Though I don’t go out much, I’ve decided to add this little tidbit to our blog. I hope the reviews are informative. Enjoy!
This past Saturday I made an excursion to Vango Lounge and Skybar here in Philly. My friend and I were greeted by a nice door person, who shuffled us in out of the rain to check our IDs. There was no cover BUT a catch. The main floor played some kinda trance, techno, dance music (just beats) and the atmosphere seemed inviting. The bar had ample room for you to move in and get a drink. This floor is more of where people relax, talk, drink, maybe even have a bite to eat since they have tables. The tables were reserved at the time for bottle service only. There was a mixed crowd (cuz all the black ppl were upstairs). Now for the catch: the upstairs (skybar) is where the music is better, louder and people are dancing! How do you get upstairs? Just walk right on up, right? NOOOOOO! The security (of which there are two people to get past) will turn your @ss around if you don’t have a drink in your hand. My intitial reaction: wtf! You have to buy a drink from the main floor to gain access to the upstairs (which HAS a bar too mind you). ARrrrgghhhh.
So, my friend and I buy drinks and up the stairs we go – drink spilling out as I make my way up fifty-billion steps. And you can’t stand on the steps for one second, the security will tell you to keep it moving with the quickness. Aight, so we’re upstairs. Good music, nice lil crowd, ahhh this is OK. People weren’t really out in the skybar area because of the rain. The entrance to skybar was on the other side of glass (instead of walls, it was glass) and they had like 2 of the glass pains open – but it was still hotter than a MF. I opened the door to the outside and still no circulation. Overall the upstairs experience was fun. But the fun didn’t last all the way through the night because my friend and I decided, hey let’s peruse the downstairs and see what they are playing. Doot doot doot….same stuff…ppl talking…same music…blah. I like to dance! So after a failed attempt to enter the ladies room (crowded), we headed back upstairs. BEMP! Gotta buy another drink to go up there again. Not wanting to spill another damn drink on me I held up my $20’s to the security guard and told him see I have money, I don’t want to buy a drink down here, I’ll buy it upstairs. I really did not want to drink anything, I just wanted to dance. His explaination for the drink policy was something to the effect of: would I want to be up there with a bunch of ppl that’s not spending money? Uh, I really don’t care…I’m tryna dance. (Damn, you would think they owned the place, as hard-pressed as these security guys were). Not wanting to argue the princibalities of it anymore, my friend and I decide to leave.
Aside – I would go back, lol. There were some good lookin men’s up in there and ppl actually dance. I’ll just order a diet coke or water and stay my @ss upstairs.