90 Degree

It’s unfortunate that Unilocal doesn’t allow zero stars…
90 Degree is, by far, the WORST place I’ve ever seen. Quick summary of our experience:
A group of 4 of us arrived around 4:30 or so, asked if they were open for after hours that night, they said yes and charged us each $ 20 cover. We walked in, it was empty, we thought maybe the after hours crowd wasn’t there yet, walked up to the bar to order a beer, and were told they already did last call, were closing in 15 minutes, and were no longer serving alcohol… it gets worse.
Naturally, we went back to the door to get our $ 80 in cover back, since they charged us in the process of closing and weren’t even selling drinks. They refused… it gets even worse.
While we were arguing about this, the only other people there somehow managed to get in a brawl, which perked the otherwise apathetic security’s interest, who in turn, all ran over to punch whoever they could, rather than trying to break it up. About 10 seconds into the brawl, FIVE GUNSHOTS ring out, everyone scatters, some employee shoves our group out a side door onto a sidewalk never to see our $ 80 again.
End of story. Don’t go here.

…should be called 0 (ZERO) Degree cuz this spot was NOT hot!
My younger cousins drove in town for the wknd so I had to find an 18+ club that plays mostly Hip-​Hop on a Sat. Unfortunately, 90 was my only option.
The amount of people waiting in the line: ZERO… so I already knew what to expect on the inside.
Points for Security: ZERO… I had a purse and they didnt even check it. Female or NOT, there were 2 shootings recently on this block (1 in front of 90) so you would THINK they’d be a little more strict!
I paid $ 10 at the door and walked into this huge open space with a few people sprinkled here and there. It felt more like I was at a house party than a club. The crowd was VERY young but they were fun. The DJ… eh. He was playing good music, it was just his mixing that was killing me. He would play a new song for a few seconds only but would REPEAT old songs. With all the music there is out there, there’s no reason to have to repeat songs within an hour– OLD ones at that! Whenever I needed a break from the foolishness I would slide into their «Latin» room. It’s a small space with couches lining the walls. One of the couches had a spring sticking so far out of the bottom that I almost tripped. Throughout the night, there would only be ZERO to 10 people in there at a time which was shocking because the DJ was actually good. Too bad there were ZERO men in there to dance with.
My rate for the Bar: ZERO… The bartender I got SUCKED! I don’t even think she spoke English. She made my drink WEAK and she had an attitude when I asked her to fix it. And by the taste of it I doubt it was real Goose. With all the kids there I’m sure the bar doesn’t make much on a night like this. If the b! tch was smart she would aim to satisfy the few customers they DO get and not only make the club a few extra dollars, but make some good tips. She got $ZERO from me.
Overall my experience was JUST okay. The chances of me coming back here: ZERO!!!

This place is not worth going. I went there thinking it is going to be a
Reasons:
1. Pricy cover ($ 20 male, $ 10 female)
DON’T GO HERE. I was very disappointed when I went to this place, here’s why.
1. Pricy cover charge. ($ 20 male, $ 10 female)
2. So-​so music. (the mix was decent)
3. Okay drinks. (good pricy but wasn’t good size)
4. No people (Maybe 20 people showed up. I was there till like 12:30 and there was no line going in)

My friend and I sitting around listening to the radio (yes, the radio, punk! Don’t judge.) while getting ready to head out to some place we’d yet to decide on. «Hey, where is this place the music on the radio is broadcasted from?» «I dunno, let’s keep it here and see.» «Ninety degree, noventa NE once calle.» «Hmmmm, LET“S GO THERE»
So my friend and I are getting so hype listening to the music from there on the whole drive in. «Yeeaaah!!! We’re going thereeee!!» We park, pay our 5 bucks to the guy, get to the door… wait, 20 bucks!!! No way! «Whatever, let’s just go in anyway. We’re already here.»
We walk in, like, «yeahhhhhhh, it’s about to go down!!» We cross the threshold and the whole floor is empty! The club is open, spacious, great lights, amazing music, decent atmosphere, spacious dance floor, and EMPTY! At 1AM, there are only like 15 people!!! The place closes at 6AM, so I know we weren’t late.
They straight played us! They had us wait outside like they were so backed up when really the inside was dead, ugh! Why is this place so empty when everything else seems so on point :(.
So, the night goes on and we decide to stay and make the best of it and maybe 15 more people trickled in. We watch as everyone came in all hyped, and some of them even laughed once they saw no one was in the place. I don’t even know what to say… You got me, Ninety, but that was the last time! If the place is empty, at least drop or lower the cover: /.

Did not like this place. The girls and I decided we would try somewhere new one night so we picked this place. Seriously, as soon as we walked in we walked right back out. Its super small, empty and cold. People were in corners and it was just SO lame. Everyone was outside waiting to get into Space, Nocturnal, and the other clubs instead. I went back a second time to give it another try because I thought I went on a bad night, and it was no good either. There is one room that plays ghetto and spanish music. THATS IT; so you are pretty much forced to listen to that. Variety people, variety! They have a smaller room about the size of my bedroom where they were blasting techno. It was sooo crowded and the music was way too loud for that tiny space! A friend asked if I wanted to go back the other night. no thanks. The third time is NOT a charm in this case.

First off the Line is a Marketing scam. Drivers pass by and the owners theory is if the line is long, this shows the anticipation for the club. Once your in you realize the club is outside.
I had better chances of talking to girls in the line outside than inside the club. THERE YOU GO… CLUB LINE!
The drinks are expensive served in little cups super packed with ice by not so happy bartenders.
This is a young crowd atmosphere so immaturity is in the air.
The DJ is good with his selections throwing Hip-​hop/​House/​Merengue/​Bachata. In the small room its strictly hiphop.
The strict dress code is good to prevent ghettoness exposed amongst men.
Unless there is someone performing, all the weekends are the same. This club should try to create theme nights like all white party or 80s party or Toga Party to give it flavor.

I somehow ended up in Miami over Memorial Day weekend, which coincides with some sort of insane hip-​hop convention on South Beach and hundreds of thousands of tourists descending upon the city. Oops. This meant that South Beach was a mob scene and we were stuck with Downtown clubs if we wanted to go out. So we hit the internet and then hit the streets.
After striking out at a few clubs with high cover charges or ridiculously long lines or crazy uninteresting theme lines, we talked our way into the VIP line at this place. I regret that immensely. First, we lost one of our group because his bermudas didn’t meet their no-​shorts policy. Mind you, half the GIRLS in this club were wearing bootie shorts and cut-​offs and skirts that didn’t cover them entirely… but our clean-​cut frat boy couldn’t come in wearing some tasteful plaid shorts. Whatever.
This place is LOUD, and there are insane flashing lasers and strobe lights that could induce seizures in anyone still sober enough to notice. I was wincing in pain at the bright-​dark-​bright-​dark flashing and ass-​vibrating bass. I think they were aiming for that mythical frequency that makes you lose bowel control. Drinks were preposterously expensive, and table/​hookah service started at $ 200+ for a bottle of vodka decorated with a sparkler. Wow. The crowd is young and pretty tastelessly dressed. The music was a bizarre mix of Latin and hip-​hop and dance music that varied song-​by-​song. And there’s a secondary inner club that was pushing out its own loud beats.
The bathroom is so dark, I wasn’t actually sure if my stall had a toilet. It also has an attendant who sells the most absurd combination of items. Flavored cigars, condoms, glitter, medicines, and… Blow Pops? I accepted my paper towel and tipped a buck so I could leave unscathed.
We escaped as soon as we could, with ringing ears and throbbing heads. Not my scene at all. I feel sorry for those that consider this their scene.

Honestly, the only GOOD thing is that they have a great AC for a club. The music is pretty good if you’re into hip hop, but really really and I mean really GHETTO crowd. Never again.

Ok… so this is my first ever Unilocal review; and though I use this site pretty often; I’ve never had the intrest to join and write a review… until now.
I will start off by saying that I’m not a native Miamian, in fact I’m pretty damn new here. (having moved here from San Diego less than a week ago) I’ve lived in pretty much all the major cities in the US at this point; (grew up in NYC, lived in Chicago, LA, San Diego, etc etc etc) And natuarally since Miami has always been one of my favorite places to visit figured why not try living here? (This may seem pretty irrelovant but you will see how this pertains to my review as you read on)
I’ve always been the kinda girl that hates going early to any place that I decide to go to… with that being said I didn’t really even feel the itch to go out until past 11pm. I honestly don’t really know anyone since I just moved here and decided that what the hell I’ll go by myself and have a great time (wouldn’t be the first) I’m not exactly familiar with the latin club scene here in Miami and I just knew that that was the type of place I did want to venture out to (on a Friday night) I heard them promoting on zol 95 and the music sounded hot… so I was like this is gonna be it for tonite. That was mistake number one.
After dodging MAJOR traffic, a slew of homeless bums, and finding and FITTING into a parking spot, I arrived at the door at 104am, a mere four minutes after they stopped letting females in for free for the evening. I should have known by the fact that there was no line, no waiting, no anything really going on that it wasn’t going to be the spot to be at. When I asked how much cover was going to be I was told by a very rude fat door girl that it’s 20 bucks to get in. Ok. Whatever, again I’ve lived in major cities before and 20 bucks is about average.
I walk in and hip hop is playing…(ok I thought this was latin night? therefore where’s the latin music?) the dance floor has maybe 40 people scattered throughout dancing and the crowd that was there was anything but pretty. (I take that back… they were pretty lame)
I figure oh well, maybe it’s like this because it’s still early and it’ll get better later. (it never did… not once) I decide to go up to the bar and order a drink (pretty simple bacardi and diet) I go to pay with my card, and am rudely told by the bartender that it’s a fifty dollar minimum. (fifty bucks? are you kidding me?) Ok. Fine. I have cash, I politely ask him how much and again pretty rudely tells me 12 bucks. I’m not a cheap girl, but if I’m going to pay that much for a drink I want my glass to be larger than a small plastic cup mostly filled with ice! So I ask him if there’s an atm, and if there is… where is it? He tells me that there’s one in the front of the club. (which, FYI charges a 5.95 service fee!)
Fast forward to a little while later; I look around the dancefloor while standing by the bar; and I can’t help but notice how young the crowd really was. THEY ALL HAD Xs ON THEIR HANDS! Seriously? I thought it was a 21 and up club; at least for the men! (def not) The crowd was just not my kinda crowd… cheaply dressed… strong perfume/colgne…ghettoness. I was approached several times throughout the night by some young guys who just didn’t get the hint. (They even argued with me when I told them I didn’t want to dance) Overall the crowd was NOT pleasing. (unless you’re into ghetto hoochie mamas in too tight cheap clothing & gangster wannabes with no kind of manners)
But, to me, the highlight of my evening was when I return to the bar and speak to the same RUDE bartender. I request a glass of water… I get told they only sell water. Are you kidding? His reply, «Jess hunny, ju don’t seem to know tha nudding in Miami eez free… get jused to eet.»
Well I can see that you maybe able to pay for some things but class is not one of them. This place has NONE. Save you’re money and you’re time and go somewhere else.
BTW: While I was there they played a GRAND total of 7 latin songs. (Yes, I counted.)

Landed here just to avoid the overrated clubs in miami. I dont think I have anything to write about this club.