I decided to check out Dream Girls on a whim. The outside wasn’t promising—flickering neon sign, empty parking lot, and a doorbell entry system. Odd, but I gave it a shot. I rang and waited. Nothing. Rang again. Still nothing. After standing there like a lost delivery driver, I left.
Since I never got inside, I can’t say much about the dancers or the crowd—but that’s the problem. If a club can’t be bothered to open the door, what does that say about the experience inside? No music, no bouncer, no sign of life. Just silence.
I have no clue what the prices were because I never got the chance to find out. No posted cover charge, no menu by the door—just a locked entrance and wasted time.
Would I return? Nope. If a club doesn’t care enough to open the door, I doubt the rest is worth it. Plenty of other places actually want customers.
