The space does look much bigger but it was overly crowded with sweaty drunk people. We found space at a downstairs table and camped out, too disappointed to bother with the backroom or the upstairs area, with it's questionable decor of stripper poles and the blinking 'Pussycat' neon sign. There was a $5 cover charge, which was why we stayed as long as we did...exactly long enough to down two drinks. Nick described the venue as the type of spot people go to when they're too cheap to pay for a real club. Ouch.
I have one great photo from the evening. Look at Ronnie's face, it's priceless. :)