My ears are much better now, thank you

This club wins the Emergency Earplugs Award for playing music so loud that it’s actually painful, so loud that it isn’t possible to order a drink, and so loud that you can’t negotiate with a dancer.

Welcome to the only option for miles in any direction, the littlest, sketchiest venue to bear the Spearmint Rhino name.

It’s already a blur for me, but I think I paid $25 to get in. I actually wanted my usual—club soda—and sometimes I even get a piece of lime in there, but I keep my expectations low.