Barvikha - Юкковское

Of course I don't like writing bad feedback. One race, just for the show. But your club spit all over. What's this relationship to your guests? Like cattle... They celebrated your new year's night. It's sad. Olivier is sour, asked Omar waiter three times to change him and call the administrator. But my requests were just ignored, the clippings are all cherished, of course we're not here, but it's so bad to not love our visitors! Or do you think you're gonna keep poisoning people? Actually, if you want to eat well, you're definitely not here!

They don't take a quality product from the stores. That's what they do now, they serve and everything. Summer terrace is a total failure. Although the waitress girls were being nice. The nightclub is not a place to take food.

It's ordinary district club, there u should pay for all : intrance, karaoke songs. there's a place for smoking. If u have time: don't waste its in this place, go to another.

To be honest, I don’t know how the food is, we often come here already full and tipsy to continue the evening. And in my experience, this is the best place to continue the evening the music is simply superb, the atmosphere is pleasant and predisposing to dancing! Special respect to the waiters and security guards, it’s clear that the guys know their business. The first ones are all with a smile, the second ones are the opposite, but this is for the best, they don’t allow anyone to get drunk.

Judging by the interior in this institution, music once rumbled a long time ago, waiters ran and girls danced. Now, among the shabby walls and dull eastern guards, the wind is walking, slamming the half-fallen toilet door, the Uzbek waiter dejectedly puts a greasy menu on a plastic table burnt with cigarettes by cigarettes, a young DJ boy who came at 12 o 'clock rattles basses to an empty booming dance floor, on which a bearded man proudly sticks out his belly. a man in sportswear and a baseball cap and gives out instructions with the air of a master. In order to at least somehow justify the electricity, the cunning Tajik cloakroom attendant demands a deposit of three thousand for the entrance at the entrance, and then runs along the street for a long time after shouting that you didn 't pay the owner one hundred and twenty rubles, having exceeded the deposit. We didn’t try the cuisine, we didn’t take a chance, but the swill is disgusting (b52 cocktails from Deshman caramel liquor, wine of Alozan origin