The Shadow

First time I ever rated a place that I have not entered. I want to warn you about a pattern of fights and two recent shootings here — one last night. Sounds like the place is nothing but trouble. (Will this warning actually ATTRACT some people?). Also it seems to be a relic of when the neighborhood was a lot less upscale.

I finally signed up for an account just to warn everyone not to come here. I only came here for my cousin’s b-​day: «Saturday Free before 12am», but you have to stand in line for an hour and 20 mins. Since you got through the TSA security at 12:08 you must pay $ 15. Then we’ll make u a LIT for $ 12 and put ¾ of one shot of liquor in it… and 8oz of sour mix. Btw, it’s 12:49 and there are 26 people in here. I have heartburn from all the sour mix, but I’ll still try to have a good time listening to tracks that were hits 8 years ago.

Before I even reached the club’s entrance, drama ensued. «Crackhead? I’m wearing $ 70 jeans!» cried a gangly woman with wisps of hair sculpted into a nano-​bun. Now when I say «cried», I mean for-​real woman tears streaked from her eye sockets. The melancholy? She was upset about being denied entrance to The Shadow. o_​O
After passing the «are you a crackhead?» litmus test at the door myself, I walked into culture shock. Desperately lurking men loitered by the door, trolling for meat. And meat, there was plenty of… too much of. (Or should I say gristle???) I dunno’ if there’s a flyer that goes out & gets posted exclusively to SSBBWs’ Facebook walls or what, but EVERY woman at The Shadow was rockin’ a Shamu body. You know that caricature of a pig wearing lipstick and heels? :-X
At the bar, I was charged $ 10 for a «well» Cosmo, poured in one of those plastic cups hotels leave in the bathroom for mouth rinsing. What’s not to say about the degree of class here?
Fact is: the ex-​fiancé works at The Shadow; otherwise, I wouldn’t be caught here even if I were on crack. I didn’t see any M (en)ILFs either, but I wasn’t really looking, & I didn’t want strangers touching my booty shaper anyway, primarily b/​c it would’ve had to have been my opening conversation before they asked me to dance, y’know, before they touched the thing, & thought I was a straight-​up skeezer.
**Oh, cut it out, & come down off your horse! I saw the shaper thingy at Nordies, & I just thought it was hilarious that I could buy more junk for my already well-​packed trunk. Darnit, is this a review or a discussion about my booty anyway? Eh, discuss, discuss. Talk amongst yourselves. :-p

What a god awful club. There 3 lines to get into the doorway then there’s the TSA pat before walking through a metal detector. There are so many police officers standing outside this club you think you walked into a police station. You have security personnel yelling at patrons the no hats, of any kind, is the club but once you are in the club you see that HALF the club patrons are wearing hats. Then the SMOKING, yes, apparently smoking is tolerated in this club. You see people pulling out little plastic bags, rolling n lighting up, contact high every 2 feet. This place is ridiculous. Never again.

Thursday night it gets pretty crowded. This is NOT an upscale venue, and I wonder why they don ‘t allow sneakers but do allow designer jeans, (which by the way I saw a ton of non designer jeans). In a crowd like this my sneakers cost more than some women’s whole night out including their cab ride home, outfit, hairdo and purse. But anyway it works to the men’s advantage as a woman in heels can only run away so fast. Many reviews mention the overweight women, and being one of them I paled in comparison to most, so I’m obliged to agree. However the selection of men to suit was nothing to speak of. Eye candy here is limited to two bartenders one of which will never crack a smile, so don’t make him.
This for me is not a place for anyone to meet anyone. This is where me and my girls go on a Thursday night to dance with each other until the wee hours, drinking 8 $ grey goose and cranberries (quite reasonable for manhattan, not to mention the bartenders free pour, and you know how great that can be). If you’re looking for a confidence boost, this place will sure do it. Every two minutes someone wil pass a compliment or ask to dance. The amazing thing is, not only the men. I found the women were just as giving, from a «nice hairstyle» to «love those earrings» or «your eyes are hot to death», the females were not catty at all. Given I am a white female and this crowd is about 98.9% black, that’s an added bonus. Wouldn’t do the shadow on a weekend, just to much other competition, but Thursday nights are cool!

This place is only good for cheap drinks on thursday when it is free to get in. The Shadow night club never ceases to amaze me. This place attracts overweight women by the bundle. I could never understand why a multitude of woman are so large. It is an epidemic. A very unattractive ghetto crowd (mostly from Brooklyn) infest this place. It is not all about how a women looks but the personality of these uncultured women from brooklyn are just as bad if not worse than the way they appear.
Also the security at this Night club makes you wait an hour on line to get inside an empty club. I never understood that concept. Nobody is in the club but there is a line outside with 50 + people standing and waiting in the cold.
The music is good i will give them 2 stars for cheap drinks and decent music.
This club is unacceptable for Manhattan NYC standards

So, I was invited to a bday celebration by a dear friend of mine. A group of us went and as soon as we reached we saw a long long line. To our surprise we were immediately admitted due to the fact we had bday passes !! That was a plus for me. The coat check was 2 dollars… not bad. We went upstairs to a semi private lounge area with padded benches and we could look down onto the dance floor which was very cool, as we walked up the carpeted stairs we saw a small lounge area for karaeoke… luv that !! Went to the bar where i stood patiently for about a min and a half and clearly the ugly male bartender ignored me, so i finally started yelling «hello» at him. Finally i get a beer for $ 7 dollars. The club was pretty much what i would expect except for the fact that it was filled with alot of old men with terrible breath and no manners !! I was grabbed repeatedly by the arm by two different guys !! NOT COOL… but i did encounter a few good men who politely asked to dance and when finished said «have a happy new year thanks for the dance»… so overally i had a decent time but i could go without the dirty old men !!