The bouncer at the door was,...

The bouncer at the door was, as they all are on the Block, friendly. He made it sound like a paradise inside. What awaited, however, was an insistence from the lady-bartender to buy a drink for someone who had yet to sit next to me. One of the club's speakers was blown on that floor, and it was empty. Smelled like vomit.

Needless to stay, I did not stay long. While I enjoy the seedy forgotten corner of the world that is the Block, this place was just too damn neglected and demanding.

However, the first time I went it was friendly and fairly generically all-right. This was three weeks ago. My ratings, due to optimism, are based on this.