Swingin' pair of discoballs, cheap drinks and a bumpin' dancefloor beckons
Club Silverstone results when your neighborhood dive bar enters into sweaty, animalistic copulation with your classic, rainbow-bedazzled dance club. A long, traditional bar for those interested in only beer mugs and martini glasses, a thumping dance floor for those seeking pelvis gryrations, and a friendly, smiling crowd await you at one of Tacoma's liveliest spots.
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Cool BarI would give it 5 stars if the music was any better and we didn't get so many homophobic straight males. Other than that, great drinks, and management keeps everyone safe.
This bar is not handicap compliant and is dangerous.CURRENT REVIEW: Update, the bar has gotten worse. I climbed the steps and by the time I got to the top, I needed that drink. Same attitude, same drugged out queens. Anyway, off to the Airport Tavern to see how they are doing. Can I remove that one star rating? PREVIOUS REVIEW: The bar is located in a very old building situated between an upper street on one side and a lower street on the other side with each having an entrance. If you happen to have walking disabilities, I would recommend entering the bar from the upper street. That way if you fall it will be for only about 10 feet which may not kill you. You actually may survive to hobble away to a better bar. If you enter from the lower street, you had better be prepared to climb a mountain because the floors are double standard height and the climb is up about 20 feet of narrow tread steps with only a wobbly handrail to keep you from falling. To make matters worse, when you exit the main bar to the stairwell, there is no warning that the steps are immediately inside the door at a blind corner and they placed a check in stand on the landing which gives you only a small amount of footing space before the long journey down. Also adding to this issue is the poor lighting which consists of a light at the far end of the downward steep tunnel. If someone did unfortunately trip down those steps, they most certainly would suffer a serious injury and most likely death. Maybe that is what the owners want, only pretty, healthy boys who are able to make the climb to the top. ...anyway, was the climb worth it? Nope, at the top was only a disgruntled bartender who wouldn't give you the time of day unless there was a sexual motivation involved. Entertainment consisted of a strung out drag queen wearing a cheap polyester backwards wig gazing at the disco ball as she danced by herself in circles without music. They advertise thumping music for pelvic gyrations when the main concern should be preventing pelvic fractures. How this place keeps its license without being ADA compliant amazes me but I should had known this when I observed what appeared to be broken wheel chair parts at the base of the upper steps.Guys, if you happen to be there and a fire breaks out from one of those polyester wigs, don't count on anyone helping you to get out. The pretty boys are very self-centered so it would be best to beat the last one out of the door otherwise you risk him getting out, slamming the door, and putting a shovel handle against the knob to prevent others from getting out. Recommendations: If entering from the upper street-bring a backpack with repelling gear. If from the lower-climbing gear. Better still, close this fire trap down.
not a go go barits not a go go bar....just a bar that desperately needs to be renovated
Kind of, ummmm, well, ummmm.....exactlyI'm not sure the folks I saw in Club Silverstone have ever been out to a dance club in another city, but this place was not remotely a dance club from what I saw. First, a cover. I don't mind paying a cover if it's worth it. (ie, a real dance bar, and people inside) I walked down the well lit stairs to a dark and dingy hole in the wall. The bar and decorations were one step away from an old midwestern bar in Wyoming or somewhere that all the tables and chairs were made out of old wooden barrels and covered in leather to make the cushions. No, they weren't barrels, it was just like a flash back to the PLEATHER (plastic leather) days of the leisure suit. I was here before midnight. Maybe it doesn't get going until later. I got down stairs and there were maybe 12 people in the bar. Everyone, playing pool or texting on their phones. I walked around. The dance floor is like a vault. Closed off from the rest of the bar and no actual bar inside the dance floor room. A Dance Dungeon. Not one person even in the room of the dance floor, which is not designed to be able to stand around and watch. You either go in the room to dance or you're standing in the middle of a dance floor by yourself. The mix of folks were mostly sleeveless shirt, Justin Bieber hair cut, lesbians playing pool. Nothing wrong with that, I just wished that someone would have told me it was a Dyke Dive before spending $2 to walk down the stairs into this nightmare.
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