Envy

Pretty much any dance club you go to there will be faults and likes. You may be ok with the crowd or not. When I first heard of Envy, I heard that it was for a semi older crowd– I, at the time was 36. I felt that the dance floor space was moderate and the music was the typical dance club hip-​hop jazz. Overall grade — it’s not bad and not necessarily the best either… I’d give it a 2.5 star rating if I could. I don’t feel that I’ve been to a dance club ever in my life that I’m 100% happy with.

Naa… not a cool crowd there. Boring layout and boring everything. not a special concept actually. The bouncers are friendly…

I LOVE HAPPY HOUR! Try the fresh rolls!
Having recently sworn myself to vegetarianism at least through Christmas as the penance for 9 days of obscene eating decadence on the East Coast for Thanksgiving, I worried where I would still be able to have yummy, reasonable happy hour food to celebrate making through another day of 7:30 to 4:30 cubical torment (okay, it’s totally not torment, but my job is not the easiest one in the world). This place is pretty. It’s got a lot of red and a seductive quality that would have been delightful if football hadn’t been on the big screen. My bartender was a tattooed hottie who mixed a good Lemon Drop. My $ 2 food was good proportioned, beautifully-​presented (and the garnish was yummy too, I was hungry!) and as good as any I’ve ever had and it hit the spot. Lots of good veggie happy hour food. Cute, nice, tattooed bartender. Fantastic prices in a decent atmosphere. Yummy drinks and super-​close to my guy’s work (where better to wait that half-​hour for him to get off work?). I’ll be back, yep, yep, yep.

sucked

It’s in the spot where H2O used to be. I came into town and went here with my brother and some friends and it really wasn’t so bad, surprise, surprise. We had bottle service though, that’s probably why and it made it all more tolerable. Service was fantastic and friendly… so you can keep spending that money… duh. Bouncers were great keeping people that don’t belong OUT of our area… you know, the ugly ones and poor people. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge. The clientele is pure meat market but once you start guzzling your drinks, it won’t matter. A lot of the girls are half naked in here so good thing I had cleavage goin on and took off my cardigan otherwise I’d feel way too covered up and like a nun in a whore house.
The crowd is half attractive, the other half is unsavory, low rent fashion victims, Mister and Miss McDouche trying to hookup with one another– brain dead for the most part. I had a run in with some dumb twits up at the bar before our seating was ready.
Anyhow, they played decent music and I had fun dancing in our own space above the dance floor. I did not pay cover but I’ll confirm that yes there is a cover. Also Envy = no cardigans… lots of skin please.