So let me start by saying I am a regular to the NYC night scene and this c*ck at the door has no match and NO that is not a compliment. The c*ck i referred to is the doorman at the Buddha Bar God only knows what he thought of himself but he surely needed a reality check. helllooooooooooooooo d!ck head you're a door man for crying out loud not the messiah of the free world. I am not angry that the b*obs got in before me and I had to wait in line because i chose to cover my b*obs in the 40 degree weather. I am angry at how disrespectful this guy was I am not sure if it was the skin color issue or I wasnt dressed in the 3 ply sheets of charmin ultra exposing most of my assets or if I and my girlfriends were not gorgeous by his standard but if that was the criteria he sure did not fit it. He was rude, used foul language looked at everyone without exception as the dirt beneath his feet the guy may have been missing a soul. By the time you got in he soured the mood so bad that you no longer want to go in or enjoy the night. The village is filled with great clubs/bar/lounges I would skip this bar undoubtedly.\r
In a way I feel sad for him maybe this was his only way of fulfilling an obvious size deficiency. Yes I have been to plenty of clubs with JACKA$$ES posted at the front door but this one is the king of all. To help readers identify him he is the most obvious c*ck at the door possibly of greek or italian descent and has JACKA$$ written on his forehead
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