crocker club

We've heard so much about the crocker club and finally we got a chance to go down there for a drink on Valentine's day. Here are some random thoughts and observations as we sat on a pair of big black pleather croc chairs:

Big D doesn't get the theme of the cocktail servers outfits- grey vests and shorts with ankle length boots. Are they supposed to be bank tellers? I don't know, but they have big boobs ( . )( . )

The doorman, however, was polite and friendly. He even thanked D for dressing appropriately.

Dress code is strictly enforced. They rejected two guys wearing jeans. Those guys even pulled the "do you know who I am?", but still got denied. 'Cause that line always works.

Spatially, I think there are some areas that need improvement. The area right when you come down the stairs is empty. Perhaps this was to allow for more space for queuing at the bar. But no one really stood around the bar to get drinks since the servers have their little remote devices to take your order and your tab. Going back to this empty space, maybe some free-standing cocktail tables or something of the like is in order?

Noticeably, there's a lot of cougars here, and Asian chicks. Maybe it's related to the fact that it's valentine's day. The ratio leaned heavily on the female side. We have to go here on a regular weekend to see if it was a one-night deal.

Jogahs said they don't have a great beer list. They are also still formulating their cocktail menu. I was given the "Golden Yen" to try. Lychee vodka, St. Germaine Liquer and ginger chunks, with a floating orchid for beautification. Super sweet drink and the ginger chunks gave it a suprising kick. Suprising since I didn't know it had ginger until I bit into it. For me, it wasn't such a pleasant suprise.

The best part about this place is the vault with its heavy circular steel doors, showing off all the intricacies of the locking system. The wall treatment is meant to resemble the safety deposit boxes. They look like large scale keyboard buttons with a metalic finish. I think the 3-dimensional quality works well. And of course, there's a stripper pole at the end of the room. Although the ceiling is not nearly high enough to see some real awesome pole action, it'll do for entertainment purposes. Nothing beats seeing a drunken girl twirl on a pole and land on her ass! whoo partay!