Getting Screwed at CatHouse

Posted by Lilith on February 5, 2010

And for the first time on this blog, it was not in a good way.

A couple weeks ago, Ash and I decided to have a night on the town. We wanted to go clubbin’. Not quite sure where to go, we enlisted the help of our friends, the Sin City Socialites. We wanted a place to dance that had cheap drinks. They suggested Tabu at MGM or Drop Bar at Green Valley Ranch. For some reason we decided not to take their advice, and that was a bad call.

We ended up at CatHouse, located inside the Luxor.

When the lounge first opened a few years ago, I read an article about the ambiance that has always had me intrigued. It was described as a Persian Brothel with dark red lighting, elegant tapestries and custom woodwork. But for whatever reason, we never went. So on this occasion we found ourselves, dressed to the nines, headed to CatHouse.

As we walked to the door, we were happy to see that there was not much of a line. But that was the last time we felt good during our CatHouse experience.

As our turn to show our IDs approached, Ash asked the door man if there was a cover for locals. The guy said yes, but he would “cut us a deal.” $30 for him, and $20 for her. Some deal! *Later we found out this was no deal at all. This is actually the regular price. Gotta love those doormen.

We, for some crazy reason decided to fork over the funds. Ash handed the hostess a 50 dollar bill and we were in. As we walked down the long hallway covered in old pictures of ladies in their slips, I was instantly relaxed. We made the right decision. This place is cool. Then we got to the bar.

Hardly anyone was there – it was just a room of empty tables and booths with a couple people at the bar talking to the bartender. We made our way to the bar, and without a moments pause, we were shushed and shewed away. “The bar’s in there,” the bitchy bartender said, offering us no help, no instructions, just a wave of her hand, bluntly expressing that we were not to be in this area.

At this point we had kind of had enough. $50 to get in the door, for locals, at the Luxor and people can’t even be nice. But since we paid the money, we decided to keep going and try to make the best of it.

So we continued to follow the music until we stumbled across the lounge. Set in the back of the establishment, the room was small, but there was quite a bit of sitting room and dance space as well. We made our way to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic (for me) and a screwdriver (for Ash). The drinks were $20; $24 with a tip.

Ash again, forked over the money, but I could tell he was not happy. We sat down, now irritated with everything Cat House related, sucked our drinks down and decided to go.

CatHouse has a lot of potential. The look is impressive. It’s got this vintage, antique, burlesque kind of feel. It’s cool. But that was the only cool thing about it. The people were snotty. The drinks were expensive and the cover was ridiculous. Snotty people and expensive drinks are to be expected at a nightclub especially on the strip, but couple that with a cover for locals, we just can’t get into that. There are so many cooler, nicer places with the same class and elegance with nicer employees and no cover for locals.

After we left CatHouse, we ended up at one of those places. More to come on that tomorrow.

xoxo Lilith Diana

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