you can drink (and hold on the bathroom line).
The Power Plant Live complex breathed new life into downtown
Baltimore a few years back with restaurants, bars, clubs and
the ever popular “Arena Liquor License,” which
allows patrons to drink openly in the plaza while hopping
venues. But down the street charging in with its own power
is new club, Iguana Cantina. The downtown newbie boasts a
live radio broadcast party night and a ladies’ night
party, where chaps-clad bartenders dance and strip-tease atop
the bar, reverse-Coyote-Ugly-style. We sent this month’s
Stalkers to put down their books and check out the Thursday
College Night party at Iguana.
This wasn’t my first choice of clubs to go to on the
ladies’ night out, but like any group of college girls,
you’ve just got to go with the flow sometimes. So,
as I make my way towards the spot I see “Iguana Cantina”
in big red letters, lit up enough for the whole city to see.
From outside, it has the look of a fast food restaurant, but
fast and food are the last things you should expect. I
plopped myself on the line with my girlfriends, and as I’m
waiting in the freezing cold and I suddenly realize that
I forgot my college ID. Meaning: My night would start
off with a little anger and a little less loot, dumping half
my budget on a higher cover! Can’t they tell I’m
a college student? After making our way to the doors and not
getting stamped by the first set of security guys, we
went to the window to pay. They gave us tickets there, and
then we went through another “bouncer” who took
them. Geez! It took like 30 minutes of our night
just to get in.
Now if you’re 21 at this club (and a legitimate ID-bearing
college student), your $12 cover (I paid $15) gets you
all you can drink. You get a cup from the beginning and go
to the bar and get anything poured into it!
As we step in, of course I want to get right on the dancefloor.
The disco ball is spinning, lights are flashing, and the latest
rap song is playing. The place was one huge room and the open
atmosphere is something most people seemed to appreciate when
we first arrived. But soon it was packed and eventually people
There was a bar in the center of the place and about three
more on the sides. Two pool tables were set up mostly
for the guys, but eventually for some tube-topped girls
to dance on top of. I made my way up on a little stage
because I refused to be squished in the mosh down below. At
one point, there were too many girls on the stage and I blurted
out my frustration to the DJ entourage. The DJ told
me to go behind the stage, so with two of my girlfriends in
tow, we went behind the DJ booth with the crew.
Apparently the whole lighting system of the club is done
by a computer with a 30-year-old guy just clicking the mouse
on a graph at what lighting he wants. I was pretty excited
to be able to see that, and I began having so much fun there. The
DJ played all of the latest and greatest songs and hits. All
in all, it was a great place to dance and party, and if you’re
21 you really couldn’t go wrong.
The only thing I was iffy about was the people there, but
in the end I wasn’t really there for them anyway.
I hit up Iguana for Thursday’s College Night and found
quite a party at the new spot. The sound system and lighting
at this place blew away the Power Plant live clubs, and was
a relief from the annoying siren at Power’s BAR and
other annoyances at Baja.
Inside Iguana Cantina the feeling is fiesta, or acid trip,
with bright iguana designs and southwestern murals on the
walls. It’s a huge space with large wooden dancefloors,
but it still got pretty crowded early on.
Like a college night should be, there were many bars and the
bartenders were pounding out drinks in a mass production faster
than a Nike sweatshop.
The only downer for this Stalker was how long the wait for
the guys bathroom was, especially since cover included free
and unlimited rail drinks, house wine, shots and beer. Take
my advice, stick to the shots and avoid the beer unless you’ve
got a bladder of steel.