Mr. West

This place is mediocre for an upscale lounge in a great neighborhood! I dropped in this spot on a Saturday night. The advertising props up the venue too much.
The doorman is an ass! If it was not for business connections the night would have been shitty! The drinks are not too expensive for this part of Manhattan. The chicks were corny and pretentious even though some hotties were actually at the lounge. Too many people were plastic acting and trying too hard to profile. The trendsetters were nonexistent and the followers were late adapters that looked like corny yuppies and buppies that recently move into the city.
Need I say more!!! I don’t think so. If the spot was not in a great location and didn’t have decent décor my rating would have been 2 stars!

First off, I will say that the pictures of Mr. West look nothing like the real thing. I came in expecting a typical meatpacking, nicely decorated venue but was met with a dirty cave.
That aside, I went to Mr. West on a Wednesday night hoping for an awesome weeknight out during the school year. Surprisingly my high expectations were eventually met. The elektro music was great and had my friend and I dancing until last call. Well I had been constantly telling myself I had class the next morning and needed to be awake and functioning, Mr. West made it worth the 5am bed time and the Starbucks run the next morning. Unfortunately, I haven’t made it back yet but I am still talking about how great Mr. West was.

Friend of a friend were hosting some nights here so I can’t speak to the exclusivity of the doormen. On nights I went, they literally would have let anyone in as long as you waved around a 20 dollar bill. But anyone with any nightlife experience knows, Fridays & Saturdays are the last day you want to try a place like this unless you have a table or are on an actual, real list (not the list you sign up on via a website) unless you fancy spending the bulk of your evening on an obnoxious line watching girls fumble with their too-​short outfits, too-​high heels.
That being said, this place isn’t glamorous (it’s tiny and the light fixtures are surely from Urban Outitters or IKEA) and the bartenders were extremely incompetent. Maybe they are only used to serving grey goose & redbulls, but any bartender at a supposedly upscale place (and in my world, any place serving bottles of alcohol at a trillion percent markup is upscale) should know how to make a martini without having to consult her phone. I quickly changed my drink to one where the ingredients were in the name and received a very stiff vodka tonic, but was extremely dissapointed to see they use the lowest of the low for their well drinks. At these prices, everything should be top shelf.
In any case, next time I want to drink in Chelsea, I’ll buy some Smirnoff Ice at a corner store and brown bag it at the piers. I think that’ll probably produce a much more entertaining evening that can be had at Mr. West.

A complete and utter joke. This place is literally the size of my closet. Like many others said the door guy is a clown along with most of the staff. They advertised a DJ WHO WAS IN VEGAS AT THE TIME, give me a break. We showed up and they tried to talk us into tables after pulling a bait and switch with the DJ’s.
Overpriced, ugly girls, dumb door guys, obnoxious staff = stay away

This place is extremely small, so hot it felt like a sauna and the door guy is a doosh. The bartender, a tall blond was hot, she made a strong drink and was very friendly. The two door guys were both tools, one had big glasses and looked like Harvey Milk, they purposely gave everyone a hard time at the door and claimed the place was at capacity. This is a small dumpy club that cost less than 250k, actually think it used to be called opus 22 and some Ninja ended up taking justice into his own hand and murdering a few people outside. Definitely dont pay to get in this place and certainly do not get a bottle. The Mexican barback was pushing people out of the way all night long and almost wacked a few chicks in the head as he barrelled through the club carrying a Champagne bucket.
Music here was decent, mashup of mostly top 40, some pretty good hiphop and way too much Michael Jackson. Really is it necessary to keep playing the music of some guy whose last dying request was «Take me to a Children’s Hospital.» Nothing to remember except for the party in the girl i was with’s bedroom. Bottom line: Uncool place trying way to hard to be cool. Would be better suited space for a gay bar/​Papa John’s Franchise.

Had no problem getting in… What a good-​looking place with such great décor — I really liked the hanging lily-​pad lamps with strings of glowing beads… It’s small and cozy… I had a couple of great conversations with the security guard in the outside smoking area (even though I don’t smoke)… The sound system is incredible, and the DJ was terrific — seriously, all evening long the music was just great, a really fun mix of lots of different styles… Lots of beautiful girls… Lots of fun dancing… Perhaps I only had so much fun because my friend ordered multiple bottles of Grey Goose, but honestly, who cares, I had a blast and think this place is pretty damn cool.

I arrived with a girlfriend on a saturday around 1ish. We were kinda dressed down, cuz we were partying in williamsburg earlier, but someone invited me and there was no cover. Why not?
There was no one outside except a dude in a skull cap and those dark-​rimmed glasses. I had to ask if it was Mr. West. «Who are you here to see?» I’m here for so and so’s bday. He disappears inside and just leaves us standing outside. No explanation. Standing outside of an unmarked building alone for about 5 mins. Me and my friend are looking at each other, befuddled. Another bouncer appears, two are three cliques are let in before us, and this in when the aggrivation kicks into high gear. Yet another bouncer comes out, and asks us who we’re here to see, and I’m equipped to give him the tongue-​lashing of a lifetime. I asked why i’m waiting outside like an idiot, why the other bouncer was a jerk, and why the person who invited me can’t come out. and just like that… open sesame. It turns out i dropped the wrong name the first time. Go figure. How very pretentious, Mr. West. Is that what we’re doing now? You really need a magic name to get in? give me a break.
«This place better be the bee’s-knees» Super tiny, extremely young, as in illegal, and mostly female. I felt like I walked into an episode of gossip girl. It was crazy cramped, and then almost simultaneously, ²⁄₃ of the crowd started smoking. Inside. The next day, my hair REEKED of cigarettes, and I don’t smoke. The music was alright, until dj dropped brintey spears. not circus, or anything recent. I’m talking THE britney song. That’s right: baby one more time. We made our exit before the song was done. I pushed past a few old guys hungrily persuing high school girls, and skidaddled. I saw glasses-​bouncer outside and gave him the stankest look i could muster. That, and I caught a whiff of my hair. blegh!
*edit* totally random, but for those of you that drive, it is entirely plausible that there be a check-​point for DUIs right before you hit the holland tunnel. under an overpass. It’s not there every weekend, but I’ve seen it. please be safe, and use sound judgement.

Alright, this place has a lot of things going against it. The space is terribly small and sparsely decorated, the service is severely lacking/​bordering on rude and the door policy is a typical meatpacking shitshow. With that being said, I was SHOCKED by how much fun I had on here on an elecktro Wednesday the other night. The music was great, the crowd young and fun and while those together may not be enough to save this place – it was definitely enough to ensure that I’ll be a making a return in the near future.

I finally checked out Mr. West last night, and I had one hell of a night! My friends had a table in the corner, very spacious for the 5 of us! We parked right in front and were escorted right in.
My first thoughts when I got inside was «where’s the rest of it!?» It is very small.
Bottle service was great– my glass was always full! Music got good later on in the evening! We drank, danced on couches and partied till the lights came on…
All and all I had one hell of a night– It’s exclusive– definitely not the place to go unless you know someone with a table!

At first it’s vaguely reminscent of an overgrown Tony Smith, though I’m guessing this is merely incidental and in no way a nod to the neighborhood. Also, it’s lighted with odd LED lighting around the bottom, which recall those foolish lights one occasionally finds on the bottom of (generally cheap) cars in the suburbs. I want to say they were «underlights» or some such nonsense. Might be a hint as to what sort of crowd they’re targeting…
I can’t really speak to that, unfortunately (or, on second thought, fortunately). I came here for an event which, also, insulated me from what I can only assume were insultingly high prices on the fairly meagre drink list and unimpressive champagne and beer selections.
I will give credit where credit is due: the servers were exceptionally friendly and in such a way that wasn’t insulting to my girlfriend, who also attended. The speakers are massive, hulking cubes: think «Die» with pumping bass. (Rumor has it that the US gov employs these at Gitmo, pumping Lance Bass solo work at full bore. Terribly unpleasant to consider.)
The interior is actually rather cool, with interesting hanging glass beads beneath fancy shades and red lights. The red light motif carries over to more beads, and, as I recall, the outside. Seating is odd — only on the perimeter, leaving a mid-​sized, but by no means large, floor in the center. I can’t really predict what the dynamic is like on an average night here but I think it’s safe to assume it’s more like the Tokyo subway than South Dakota.
To conclude this meandering review: Mr. West, a/​k/​a the drinking section of Chelsea Piers, isn’t really worth the trip.

I’m not even sure this place warrants a review I don’t even need to provide details just avoid it like the plague it is, I got dragged here with work and wanted to take my own life for every single moment I was forced to stay… when is everyone in the city ever going to realize that just because the doorman is surly and elitist and your bar tab is equivalent the price of a new family sedan does not make a place worth going… ugh ugh ugh… a good sound system was the only redeeming feature… too bad the music was so generic

Avoid this place. The small footprint coupled with the attitude from bouncers/​staff does not warrant $ 18 drinks.
I was part of a guest list — and several were given a hard time at the door.
It is NOT that fun an establishment to warrant the hassle.
By attitude, this includes (but not limited to) bouncers yelling you for standing on the sidewalk in front of Mr. West. It’s a public street.

Some friends convinced me to join them at the «hottest new spot». Hot, yes. That’s what happens when you cram 4X the firecode allowance of bodies into a small club. Sweaty bodies touching yours– if you like it or not.
Guys, you may like this place more than I did. There’s approximately a 10:1 female/​male ratio. And since they don’t card, many of these ladies were young spring chickens.
I will say that the DJ and sound system were incredible. If you can somehow find more than an inch of dance floor real estate, then dancing will help you forget about the $ 18 drinks.

I was strolling downtown looking for something new to do, when I got a text message about a new opening of a lounge. I already was intrigued with the unique name, since most places carry over the same few recycled names or worse a poor taste in name and creativity, and lets not forget the ever popular lets just name the place with its address.
So as I was looking for this hidden spot, it almost felt like that text was a lie, until I was up to the corner and walked up to a very cool front door. Where I didnt know where the entrace or exit was. The front was something that gives you a cool, I have to go in urge.
It just happens that a very good doorman has been put in charge of the velvet ropes and gives a prescence of Euro chic.
I walked in to a kicking sound system, and a great layout. Very fun place to hang out in. Crowd was great. I love the lighting, and the corners where you can loose yourself.
This place has a making of something good, hopefully the people behind will keep up the good work.

First of all, the doorman was a douchebag in a coyote fur coat…
Second, he refused to let my group in until we agreed to pay $ 150 for 4 people. We agreed and walked into an empty club…
Third, coat check costs $ 4! Who charges that much for a coat check?
Fourth, when we got the bill, they charged us for 3 vodka drinks we did not get and added a 20% gratuity, that was also NOT mentioned when we agreed to the $ 150 tab.
I strongly recommend that you go somewhere else if you have $ 180 to blow.