Club Review: The Savoy, Inglewood CA
3:55AM on March 15, 2010
 
User Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
by CalifStyle
03/15/2010
I took two lady friends, erotic author Crystal The Ravishing and Rude.com porn star Ms Bambie, to the Savoy on Saturday, March 13. We were looking for an Old School, upscale venue and thought to give it a try. First, though, I read the reviews on the internet and passed them on to my lady friends. We agreed that it takes a dissatisfied customer to take the time to write a review. Happy campers don't usually bother. Considering that, we opted to check it out for ourselves.
I had been to the Savoy once before for a birthday party in 2007 but didn't want that mildly negative experience to unfairly influence our decision in 2010.
We became concerned at curb side. Although the Savoy's web site advertises itself as upscale, the people queued to enter were anything but. Second, the sign upon entering said "Dress Code Enforced." That was untrue; we noted patrons wearing t-shirts, baggy jeans and sneakers. The drinks were, indeed, watered (Ms Bambie complained that the Amaretto Sour she ordered tasted more like "Kool Aid, not a drink") - we sent the drinks back and they were returned in the same watery state; nearly all of the guys came off as desperate and disrespectful; and too many of the women were tacky. The web site posted a cover charge of $10; we were charged $15 with no apology or explanation. All of this echoes previous reviews.
The physical plant was unremarkable but inoffensive. Previous reviews described it accurately. The DJ played a strangely eclectic blend of music, making it hard to maintain a groove. There wasn't a discernible theme of any sort. The neighborhood, in the middle of downtown Inglewood, can only be described as "hood." As a matter of fact, while my Ms Bambie was on the floor dancing, two men next to her began fighting over a perceived slight. On a side note, table and floor maintenance could stand some attention.
On the plus side, the dance floor was spacious and always busy. Security was visible but not intrusive. A couple of the waitresses were quite attendant although our first waitress seemed inexperienced and, well, high.
Leaving was worse than entering. Adolescent boys descended upon my ladies with unsolicited groping, rubbing, pulling, and begging. Their pitiful pickup lines were characteristically lame, worn and tired...and unimaginative. Not one "man" offered to buy either of the ladies a drink as part of their introduction. Whatever happened to "vuelven los caballeros"? As we pulled away from the curb, these boys knocked on my Jag's windows in a last-ditch effort at getting an audience with Ms Bambie or Crystal. I'm thinking, "WTF?"
We don't expect to return and would not recommend it to anyone seeking a truly upscale evening experience. However, if the unsophisticated and testosterone-intensive is acceptable, then it could work for you.
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