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Categories: Dance Clubs, Lounges
Neighborhoods: Meatpacking District, West Village14th St-8th Ave (A, C, E, L)
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Went there with a friend of mine visiting from Venezuela....
The decor is low lit and smoky(meaning, kinda like being in a Jack Daniel bottle...never mind...)...Fun atmospehre, a little crowded at times, of course, but not bad at all, actually....
Oh yeah, I got sooooooooooo fucked up...or else I would write more about it!!!
Fun times at the Meatpacking!!!!
Places like APT are the exact reason why I dislike the Meatpacking District.
Every time I entered, and reentered, this burly female bouncer decided she had to check my bag thoroughly. And by that, I mean she raped my purse. She opened my eyeglass case, cigarette box, thoroughly checked all the pockets of my wallet, inspected my package of tissues ... I don't know what she thought I had in there, but after the third time I was like "C'mon!!".
They forced my boyfriend to check his coat against his will. Then, the same burly female bouncer insisted on patting him down excessively each time we reentered. Not too big a deal, except they were only patting down half the guys who came in. What's up with that? Well, my boyfriend is quite good looking in my opinion, so I can't blame her. :)
I don't mind paying a $10 cover for good music and a dance floor. But, their downstairs area was closed for renovations! They had a DJ near the bar, and they tried to make that area a makeshift dance floor, but it just wasn't working because the upstairs area is extremely small.
I didn't recognize ANY of the songs the DJ played, except for a couple of lesser known Michael Jackson numbers. There wasn't any variety in his play list and not one song made me jump up and say "This is my jam!".
The crowd at APT is so SAD. Everybody seemed to be around the age to be classified as "grown and sexy", but really it was more like "grown and pathetic". Ladies please, don't try to hold onto your youth by wearing skin tight micro minis and stilettos! There's something to be said about being sexy while dressing age appropriately ...
Drinks were in the $10 - $15 price range. Ridiculous, but expected for the area. I pre-gamed beforehand and walked out only having ordered two vodka tonics.
To be fair, I didn't catch them on their best night. Half the place was closed for renovations, and judging by previous reviews, I don't think the crowd or music I encountered is the norm here. I didn't have a completely terrible time because I was with friends and there was alcohol involved. But I can have that same good time for a lot less at a lot of better places.
APT really has so much potential! So much! The place is really nice, awesome location in the meat packing district...just going to meat packing district gets me hyped! Alas, APT just didn't pull it off the night I went.
I went last Saturday for a friend's birthday, and even though we had table, bottle service, and I didn't drop a dime, I still didn't have as much fun as I hoped. The music was terrible, no one was dancing (not even the drunkards....I was one of them, and I was not dancing!).
APT, please listen, please please change your music! Please! You have great potential, great vibe, great everything. The music was just terrible! I go to clubs to dance, please put music that people will dance too! The DJ simply would not budge, and I just can't take a chance of going back here and not dancing. My saturday nights are just to precious!
APT: One of New York's finest.
Wednesday night - best night to go. It's the Brooklyn crowd - and it's all love.
One of the best places to hit up for dope underground beats; Hip-hop, Funk, Soul, Neo-Soul, etc.....You willl get the occassional tourist, getting lucky by word of mouth, not necessarily stumbling upon this place since there are no signs outside.
And to those that don't get it...it's not about the scene but about the music.
07' was fire!....APT definately held me down. Mad propers! Peace!
I have no idea what nights APT is known for but it's definitely not Thursdays. We were in flats and casual wear trying to decide where to go, avoiding places with hoards of girls in platform pumps and minidresses loitering out front. We walked to APT where there was no crowd outside except for the bouncer. I asked him quietly, 'Uh.. are you letting people in right now?'. He nods yes. We show some ID and sweep through to the next guy who asks for the $5 cover. We moan and groan explaining we've never been and just want to pop in for a quickie. He's like, 'Wellll if you've never been before, I can't charge you!' Yes!!
We chilled downstairs for a couple minutes to see what the vibe was like. Very relaxed with people dancing in the center. None of that dancing to get attention from the opposite sex, just havin' fun with friends dancing.
I thought APT was supposed to be larger so to make sure, I asked the girl standing next to me, 'Excuse me, what's the name of this place?' She looked at me like I was a total airhead, 'Uh.. APT'. Oh right right... 'Is there another room besides this one?' She says, 'Yah, it's upstairs.' I respond, 'So.. I just go up those stairs.. to get to the other room?' She must've thought I was testing her patience. I have my moments.
Went upstairs to the other room where it was deader than Lindsay Lohan's acting career. At one point, there was no one in the room except for us. Even the bartenders and DJ left to go outside or something. Uhm, kay.. weird vibe for a club; it really is like my own apartment. I wish it was more happening that night but I can't complain since they let me in despite my lackluster apparel, and without a cover too.
I didn't come here to dance, I came here for good music.
It was like I was at a concert, no talking just listening, my head bobbing, haha. I love neo soul and underground beats, the DJ killed it that night.
Drinks are a little pricey but what's new in the area? I was here on a Wed night and didn't pay the cover charge because I stayed upstairs vs. going down to the club. It's a cozy/ chill vibe, very lounge-like, set up like an apartment.
Best part of the night, the cocktail waitress was a total doll, a sweetheart all night.. And to my surprise the bartender gave me a yummy birthday drink. Thank you APT!
A Wednesday night. My friend forgot her ID and tried to use my other friends, they noticed and wouldn't let us in. She found it while we were walking back to the car. We tried getting in again, had a huge laugh and they were cool about it. My friend said this place used to be the spot back in the day, but I had fun and don't think it was wack or anything.
I really liked the music, hip hop, laid back, soulful, no top 40. The lighting was nice, not too dark to where you can't see your hand in front of your face. Not really a dance floor. I think there was another room where you had to pay more to get in, but we just hung out in the main room. The crowd was diverse, drinks were kind of pricey - $120 for 6 drinks (a combo of shots and dirty martinis). Bumped into my coworkers who were in NYC that night too (we're from CA), small world. I would def come back here if it was free to get in. I'm giving them an extra star because the music was cool.
GISELLE (who works at the door) IS A HOMOPHOBE. BEWARE!!!
I just got refused by APT for being too queeny, and if that's how you want to play it, Giselle, then watch out, because this bitch has claws.
Here's how it went down. My bf is there for a party. I show up at 9:30 as a group of about 6 people (including me and a friend) are coming in the door. As we head down a narrow hallway, a woman suddenly pops out and blocks our entry. She insists we turn around and check our coats.
ME: I'm just darting in for a second to see my boyfriend. He's at some party.
GISELLE: Then just come check your coat.
Oh, I see. This place is one of THOSE. Okay. I don't want to go here -- this will not be a fun time. So I say...
ME: I'm not going to stay. I'm going to tell him that I'm going to leave.
GISELLE: Then just check your things, first. We can't allow certain sized bags in.
Mind you, I'm carrying my little square murse which is about 8" x 8".
Everyone is shoved back. The two folks in front of us hand her their coats and she says, "$6" They're shocked, we're all shocked. It's a mostly empty bar/lounge at 9:30 PM and there's a mandatory $3 per item coat check? Whu-huh? Two other girls say, "Can we see what it's like inside first?" Giselle insists that they must check their coats.
Now realizing that there's a price for this coat check, I'm thinking, "Wait. You want me to check my coat and bag for $6 so I can go in and tell my boyfriend that I'm going home? How in god's name does that make sense?"
So I back away while she's dealing with the two girls who clearly can't believe how weirdly unreasonable Giselle is. I take out my phone, and while I'm telling my boyfriend that I'm going to leave, Giselle darts away from the girls and says, "No phone calls in the lobby." At this point, I suspect that Giselle has just targeted me from the beginning for some reason, because there's no sign indicating that you can't make calls.
ME: I'm just telling him that I'm leaving.
GISELLE: Then you'll have to do it outside. Please go outside.
Clearly, G-star is on a power trip, not quite understanding that you can't kick out someone who's leaving. Logic does not exist for Giselle, and I realize APT really is THAT kind of place. You know, the kind of place that hires flat-faced, wide-hipped, once chubby girls who then feel like they have some kind of great authority because they spent $400 on an outfit that makes them look like a caramelized, baked pear. She doesn't even realize that she's trying to make me pay $6 so I can NOT come in. She doesn't even realize she shouldn't kick me out for leaving. She just needs to kick me out, because she HAS THE POWER. If she's able to do just his one thing, maybe it means she really is important. Maybe it means she really is more than just a coat check girl!
So I hang up and start on out across the empty lobby. As I'm out the door, my boyfriend appears from inside and yells, "Hey! What happened?"
I turn around and yell back (past the befuddled girls still at coat check), "I got kicked out. She kicked me out."
Apparently, at this point (obviously, I wasn't here for this part but see Alex B.'s review for the full details), my bf turns to Giselle and asks for a reason and she says, "Because he's too queeny." When he calls her a homophobe, what does Giselle say?
"I'm not a homophobe! My best friend is gay!"
Bitch, tell someone to get your mushy baked pear ass out of the oven, because: you. Are. DONE.
Homophobe alert!!!!!
WTF. So I've been here a few times a few years ago for the music and it was always kinda fun but really overpriced just to stand around wishing I could dance. (I CAN dance, but there's never enough room there to even tap yr foot.)
Tonight I went for an early birthday party, paid 25 bucks for a glass of wine and a beer (say what?!). And the best part? The homophobic staff. Yes I said it.
My bf was meeting me there for the birthday celebration. He showed up at 9:30pm and they wanted to charge him $6 to check his coat and bag.
He was tired, had no cash and didn't wanna stick around so he called me from the entrance lobby of APT. I got to the lobby and I see my bf getting kicked out. Of course I have no idea what's going on and he yells across the empty, echoing lobby: THEY KICKED ME OUT...out...out. I looked at the hostess and asked, Why did you kick him out?
"He was being Queeny."
That's right. You can't get into APT if you're a queeny, femmy, girly guy who dresses better than the hostess.
When I told her--Giselle, yes, her name, if you want to file a complaint, is Giselle--I told her she was being homophobic. So of course, like a proper homophobe, she started screaming at me about how I didn't know the whole story. Um, what part of "we kicked him out because he was being queeny" did I miss, exactly? So I screamed back and Giselle had her bouncer drag me out. Lucky for me my coat was in my hands.
Even if the owners of APT are not homophobic, their hostess Giselle and her bouncer sidekick are. Do you like gays and cheap drinks? Then go somewhere else.
PS -- my bf explained they kicked him out because he was using his cellphone in their lobby (to call me). Why did Giselle say she kicked him out because "he was being queeny?" Was that a joke? A declaration of APT's door policy? There's no point to her statement other than to insult. So please, avoid this place if you care at all about issues of discrimination.
Posers. Wannabes. Has beens. Never was.
Those are the types of people who:
a) work here.
b) go here.
c) like it here.
d) all of the above.
If you answered (d) all of the above, give yourself a pat on the back.
So yea, I thought this place was A-ok. I had a really good time, $5 to get in, my friend and I boogied down both downstairs to funk/soul and upstairs to...well I don't remember. OK, the music upstairs wasn't memorable but danceable for sure.
Drinks are expensive, and I was reading some of these other reviews, and they gave my friend a hard time about her coat at the door too. She was *pissed*. Then to top it off, the bartender upstairs couldn't understand her Russian accent. But the night definitely got better, and the place filled up nicely. No creeps hitting on us either, which was a relief. We could just be our free womanly dancing selves.
I got the opportunity to hang out at APT last summer via a New York native and had the best time. It's located in the Meatpacking District amongst all the warehouses and when you first walk in and pass the door person, there's a flight of stairs taking to one side with a bar and a nice little atmosphere.
If you choose to take the other stairwell you end up on the side that is a great resemblance to an actual lower Manhattan apartment. There are couches aligning the wall and a back patio, where my friend and I adjourned for a smoke and a short sweet cuddle. We ironically ran into some of his friend while standing out there and had a leisurely uninterrupted conversation, which is not the norm for a nightclub.
As a first timer to New York, at the time, the crowd was laid back and cool, which I was not expecting. The music was right on point with some old school Hip Hop like Tribe Called Quest. We didn't have to push our way through or worry about accidentally bumping into someone; thereby resulting in any issues. The drinks were good and not at all too expensive. I had a really good time and would most definitely go back again!
APT is pretty damn hot. Still, and it's been open for a couple of years.
A bit hard to find, being in the west village for starters, on a street named "little", with a non-descript entrance and no signage, etc etc. But that's what we like. Keeps out *some* of the b&t...
Door can be tough, guys you DEFINITELY wanna come attended by a lady or be very gay and stylish. Preferrable attended by a couple girls. Or be really stylish, or all of the above!
The upstairs is comfy, couches, DJs, and decent drinks. A smoking patio outside in the back. Downstairs is cooler. Two long wooden tables. The one on one side is the bar, and the other is flanked by chairs. It's not easy to dance in new york without a license, but the bangin DJs they get will make it easier.
I've liked this place pretty much everytime I've gone.
Dope underground beats, good but overpriced drink selection and nice decor.. Kind of small though, not much room to dance really.. Just grab a seat and bob ya head.. Oh yeah and whether it's poppin' or not: $10 cover charge.. meh
I always have fun here! Very cool, eclectic selection of music. They've just started a Thursday night afro-caribbean meets latin set, which was danceable and seamless. Friday nights are house upstairs, hip-hop downstairs (but fresh, interesting hip-hop mixed with good retro, not whatever's on the radio at any given time). The door is not any more harsh than they need to be to keep some breathing room inside. This is apparent in the crowd - diverse, cool without being pretentious, and friendly.
Conclusion: Don't come here. I like it the way it is and I don't want to share!!
Came to APT on a slow Monday night but still managed to have a good time. The decor is unique and looked like a mix between someone's apartment and a hotel. It definitely has a more friendly or intimate feel to it than the average place. There's an outdoor patio area which is nice for those who want to smoke, seating upstairs is plentiful, and that night Bobbito was playing hip-hop downstairs.
The space was nice and at least that night the people were friendly and beautiful. I'd definitely go again.
A good spot for that house party-vibe. esp. with Dj premier on decks
It's had its hey-day. I think its time to move on to a different era. No matter what you try for this place doesn't seem to work. It's too late.. when a certain "group" starts to populate a club, you know its the death of it. It has happened here. RIP APT.
I like this place a lot. I think their whole motif is unique and just plain cool. They make it look like you're hanging out in somebody's apartment. It kind of gives it an intimate touch.
We got here kind of early so it wasn't packed at all. My friends and I hung out on the couches and just talked and caught up. The DJ wasn't playing yet. I don't know how it is when it really gets rockin.
is it me, or is it my age?!
in any case, this place is pretty okay because of the decor and pretty bad for the music. it really wasnt my type but im glad i came for the experience.
it wasnt that bad - i just wasnt blown away.
the 10buck cover downstairs is a waste of money - they said the dj was gonna be good, but really, imho the dj upstairs was better.
oh well.
Being I had just turned 21 when I went to this place I was completely blown away. My cousin told me to walk down an alley ask look for a shit hole and then you'll know you there. Once we got enough courage to enter it was amazing once we entered.
Killer dj's in the main room, downstairs, and outside. Drink prices weren't that terrible being that we were in the meat packing district.
We arrived around 11 and ended up being the last group to leave.
Everytime I go to NYC I was always want to re-visit but always seem to end up somewhere else....ONE OF THESE DAYS!!!
Came by on a Monday this time.
(Not shut down yay! But security was very thorough :P)
Half empty. Upstairs there were a bunch of blackberried/stripe-shirted peeps, and then a few young'uns trickled in and started dancing.
I think they were getting lessons from one guy who was the best one. hehe. So cute. I have a soft spot for guys who can dance by themselves.
Downstairs was a bit more full. Seems like there are usually more guys than girls. People were chill.
I walked by a few nights ago and it was CLOSED b/c of marijuana violations! I hope it's not closed… Read more »
This use to be a cool joint...where the cool, calm & collected went to sip on some drinks, enjoy some good tunes while in some good company.
Now I feel like it's just lame-a** posers...the DJ-extraordinaires have come & gone.
How I miss those Wednesday nights, when the illest mixes were spun...the crowd was filled with bad mutha-f*ckas...and you could disappear into a lil' corner to steal a kiss...or two...or three...ha!
- Expensive ($15+), weak drinks - normally I would tolerate Manhattan prices if they were actually good drinks.
- Small space, and not even cozy or well organized; somewhat nice looking inside, but nothing special
- Music was OK, but certainly no space to dance
- Cover charge, even at 10pm??
- And the usual door BS you get after 11pm
Seriously, not worth the hype. Go to one of the other tens of lounges around the same area.
hey, its stripey.
maybe i'm just slow (check), or maybe this place just doesn't pull it off well enough but it took me a couple of visits to figure out 1) why they had striped wall paper and mouldings on the walls and 2) why the place was called apt.
so it is supposed to look like a classic pre-war park avenue apartment with a shitty downstairs corale bar and an upstairs that would make a gumarda cringe. seriously folks.
the one saving grace is that lou, the front door concierge "i'll pop your puny head off" doorman is a great guy and very nice to us non-hipster folks who wander in from time to time.
also, if you are wall flower and kind of shy, you automatically get felt up at the front door by either the male or female security guard/special greeter. your choice, which is nice. think of it is as full-contact wallmart. "hi, nice to see you. would you like me to fondle your crotch? have a good time."
it would have gotten two stars if it wasn't for the nice guys at the front door. now how many clubs in the bridge and tunnel packing district can you say that about?
Not my favorite place. Drinks very pricey. small space. Nothing special
This place was awesome.
Seriously, the best night of my last trip to New York.
My crew and I spent the evening downstairs...dancing, sweating, drinking.
The vibe was suuuper chill.
If you're a chick, I would advise going here with a co-ed crew because the dudes at this bar have no concept of personal space. Sometimes that's a good thing...other times, it could kill your evening.
Fun spot on a Saturday night and as the name implies, has an apt, cozy feel to it. Good or bad as that may seem, is really open to your interpretation. It lacks in style & decor, and rather has an underground vibe to it..... i didn't like the upstairs as much as i liked the basement. Awesome soul house music in the basement, so I opted to dance the night away there. Luckily, it wasn't too pack, so space wasn't too much of an issue. Down to earth crowd, with some awesome dancers. You know it's the real deal, when they are busting out with some unique moves that your average crowd couldn't pull off.
It's definitely different, borderline eccentric with a cool outdoor patio, spacious enough for all you smokers. If you are looking for something low key and down to earth vibes and cool conversations, APT would be the place to check out.
Be cautious, the place is a bit hidden...it's not labeled on the outside. Shouldn't be too hard to find, just follow the crowd.
I heard about APT from a friend who said it was a great place to dance on Monday nights. I was surprised to find out it was in the Meatpacking District as I generally try to avoid the area. The velvet rope that's so common around there is an instant no thanks for me. Thankfully, APT doesn't have one and is more about the music than the 'scene.'
That same weekend another friend of mine was visiting the city for labor day so we decided to take him to APT for his last night here. The DJ's were spinning a tight mix of House, Funk and Soul and the bartender was mixing some great drinks. I ordered one of my favorites, a makers Manhattan on the rocks and he nailed it. The crowd was unpretentious and everyone was dancing so we all had a great time.
Long story short, APT was a ton of fun. We only planned to go for a little while but ended up staying til who knows when. I ended oversleeping and being three hours late for work which I never do!
What a horrible place. NEVER AGAIN.
Wed night, upstairs with dj akalepse. Music doesnt get any better.
What the fuck happened.
I'm at APT on Saturday night to meet some girls I know. They're visiting from Boston and, frankly, they're dressed like it. Yeah and they're with a couple guys from Morgan Stanley who are wearing 3 button Boss suit jackets as blazers (FYI - don't do that. Buy a blazer. Save the suit for your cubicle. It's not ok). But yeah none of this stops APT from letting them get a huge corner table for themselves. And I mean nobody even asked if they wanted a bottle. Hell, these are, sort of, friends of mine. And even I wanted to charge them for a fucking bottle.
Yeah and Jersey was in the house. No cover was in the house, square toed Kenneth Cole shoes were in the house, JCrew tshirts under JCrew buttondowns were in the house. Goddamn recession.
Alright, aesthetically, the downstairs was ok. I think because Jersey was too stupid to realize that the house has a basement. But man the downstairs DJ, whoever that asshole was, he really loved treble. I've been to APT more times than you've been laid and I swear to God, the sound system doesn't suck. The sound system is actually pretty good. So yo - why does your DJ set sound like fucking dog whistles? Fucking fix your levels.
I miss the cover charges. I miss the bitchy hostesses. I miss the classism.
What a cool and unique place!
Tucked in the meatpacking district, the space flows like an actual apartment. On the main level, you enter what feels like a mud room that then leads onto a long hallway with bathrooms and ending with what would be a living room. There's a bar in this room of course (for all my fellow lushes wondering when the fun arrives). Continue on, and you're on a back balcony--find your smokers here (as the fun continues).
Downstairs is more like a lounge--much softer lighting, high tables, and a back-lit bar ready to serve you the sauce. I picture this area to be for the more devilish clientele--people who find making out in public acceptable. The nice kids upstairs will never know your secrets.
Overall--the space is classy without being pretentious. They serve great drinks and there's variety for people who are into different "scenes" in nightlife.
There was a line for the bathroom--a considerable one--which ain't cool, son. Ain't cool.
I have heard about this place for some time now and decided to go check it out with friends this time around. The crowd earlier in the night above was a more sophisticated 30 something after work type of crowd. When it got a little later and we stepped downstairs to the boiler room the call the dance floor... I noticed the crowd was getting younger and younger. It was over crowded and hot down there. The music was alright. The drinks are your standard Manhattan prices $10-$12 a pop. They weren't weak at all... so that is a plus.
I did have one really annoying experience with the coat check woman. When it came time for me to get my stuff, she had misplaced it (or another attendant) and she proceeded on this wild goose chase search for 2 umbrellas. She totally lost her cool with me, the patron, the one who paid $$$ at the establishment. She took off and then when she lost it and decided that it was just gone... she then offers me two other umbrellas... which in no way would be adequate replacements for a $40 one and one that I had borrowed from someone. After all that drama... she finds them hanging from a hanger and doesn't even apologize. She truly did not handle the situation well at all. She had nerve to snap at me. Once again... I do remind you all... I am the patron... what ever happened to the good old "the customer is always right"... obviously not here...
Drinks: 5 (great Cuba libres)
Ambiance: 4 upstairs, 3 downstairs
Music: 5 upstairs, 3.5 downstairs
Cost: 4
Overall: 3.5
Pretty decent spot, open almost every night. Nice place to lounge upstairs but a bit to small n dark downstairs, really nothing special.
Upstairs: somewhat cozy living room set up with too many mirrors and very small bar. Like most bars in that area, the drinks are severely over-priced containing almost no alcohol- usually $15 and climbing. Seems more like a tea room with couches, and antique furniture which at first is comfortable, but once it gets crowded, is worth leaving.
Downstairs: noisy, typical, meatpacking dance club
It seems like the owners of this establishment tried to make something accessible and different but clashed in their creative visions. Nothing really special here.
Oh I don't know. I wanted to like this bar because a good friend recommended it, and it is indeed a swanky pad with a nice cosy chilled-out feel (upstairs) and good music downstairs but the uber-thorough security check at the front door had somewhat tainted the whole APT experience for us.
Not only was there a "mandatory coat check" for $3 per item (WTF! they'd be making a fortune in winter!) the lady who patted me down also went through every single item in my purse, flipped through every single card and dollar bill in my wallet and even took my lipbalm and held it up to the light like it was some sort of illegal substance... WTF!
Not worth the $15 cocktails, IMHO.
Everybody calls it APT, as in A-P-T. But what I did not get is that it really stands for "Apartment", and thats what it looks exactly like, an apartment. You've got the funky wallpaper, the couches against the wall, the little back patio where everybody goes to make out...ehh I mean "smoke". And a little bar that looks like the bar in my uncle's place. It's just so downright cozy that I literally could've laid down on a couch for hours on end. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone actually did fall asleep on the couch. Oh wait, somebody did....but thats another story for another day.
Downstairs is where the fun is at. Long bar on the right, with a little dance area right in the middle. You've got counters on the left, where people literally made out...i mean drank those mean little drinks. Then you've got the bathrooms in the back, where people made out....ehh, i mean....no wait, people did make out there.
Did I mention I liked this place alot?
It's no surprise that until now I had forgotten to review APT, because I can barely remember most of my times there. APT represents a time for me not so long ago, when 2am was the midpoint of Sunday night and I would float my way over from Hiro, whisper the right name to Xander at the door, and drink, dance, and...um...otherwise enjoy myself until the sun came up. Two of the best sound systems around and completely different feels for upstairs and downstairs always made sure the night was something special. And by special I mean trash-tastic and scandalous.
Recently (er...last night), I returned to APT to host Yelp's Holiday Party (the mayorial duties are so trying...), and from an event planning perspective the venue was wonderful. Darcy made everything run smoothly, the staff was on point and again, from what I remember, the night went off with barely a hitch. It made me want to relive those days of yore, and knowing me, I will. Very soon.
I went 5 years ago back when I was fun and young, LOL.
Looked like a giant apartment. The door was really plain and industrial looking and didn't look anything like the interior - good idea for a club. The bathroom was surprisingly large, but I would have preferred more smaller bathrooms as I had to wait FOREVER to use the it! Was semi-crowded but not unbearably so.
I like that they had a place to smoke outdoors (before I quit) where you didn't actually have to leave the premises. Otherwise it's SO much hassle (I'm lazy).
Most people would give it more stars, but if you look at my reviews, I'm quite stingy with awarding stars. (I like to save them for great experiences so that I don't wish I had 6 stars to award at times.) Nothing pissed me off, which is pretty rare, good service. But the crowd didn't seem to mesh well within itself for some reason...
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