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EAST SIDE CLUB NYC

I'm a new Yorker live in midtown (have forever) and seldom feel the need to write reviews. HOWEVER, I feel the need for one today. I frequented this club I'm my early twenties, it was a different time. A different place. (it was okay back then- nothing to write home about - trust) but it was a place my friends and I frequented then often. >>>>Fast forward to today. Over the weekend I had some out of town friends stay at my place we had a blast but of my buddys was dying to go the east side club; he was def in the mood and wanted to relive the past a bit I guess. I explained the situation and in the nicest eat possible told him it wasn't a great idea. I gave in eventually and said let's go. Walked a couple blocks frm my place to the club and the same individual that was there at the counter when I was 21 was there when Im now 37. My buddy asked a couple questions and I couldn't believe the arrogance and abruptness of the clerk (white guy, grey hair ponytail) he barely answered questions with one word (or less)