Herald says VIP comes at a price. You don't say!

Leave it to the Miami Herald to run a piece that is so blatantly obvious that I didn't need Ms. Lydia Martin's painfully cliche-ridden story to tell me something I think everyone knows: Douchebags buy bottles in order to score pussy (now that is an award-winning headline). Oh and leave it to Tommy Pooch to take this piece to a whole other level of supreme douchiness when he gives Martin what perhaps is the most asshole-sounding quote ever given when talking of the ghosts of South Beach past:

"If we made you buy four bottles, and you're only four people, you can bet we didn't want you there," says longtime party promoter Tommy Pooch, who, with partner Alan Roth, is behind jam-packed Tuesday nights at the Delano and Sundays at the Shore Club. "You're probably ugly. We were hoping you would just leave. But you were so desperate to get in, you agreed to the four bottles, and now we're stuck with you."

You think the douche factor would stop there, but no -- it continues on. Some London transplant that goes by the name of Romy Grantley gives a quote talking about his spending habit at Set:

"I'll spend about $3,000 every Friday on three or four bottles," Grantley says. "I usually split the bill with a buddy. It's worth it. . . . There is no place that's better anywhere in the world. Not in Ibiza. Not anywhere. When I first started coming here, nobody knew who I was. Now, because I have my own table, I'm well known at the top club on the Beach."

Oh Lord! Someone should tell Grantley he is supporting somebody's expensive coke habit by shelling out that much money every week. And god, he sounds so proud of the fact that he is getting robbed blind by the Opium Group.

The winner here is obviously the clubs and promoters. Kudos to them for actually taking advantage of the simple minded. 

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Excellent. I agree with your points. I read this article in the Herald too. It made we want to throw up.
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They should really rename Set to "Auschwitz Experience", because even in the middle section where the "VIP" tables are the people are all jam-packed in there like a cattle car. There's no room to move or even turn around. People are constantly rubbing up against you with their fake-ass Pradski and Guchi knock-offs, because they can't afford the real deal due to spending $500/hr at a club to entertain their vapid friends and barterwhores. Set will take a downturn when the naive nouveau riche realize how to party like old money: invite your 4 most dignified and impeccably dressed friends, get a couple hookers, a limo, an ounce of blow, a detailed history of Caligula's exploits to re-enact, and that's how you party like a Vanderbilt or a Rockefeller. Also, you must be sure the hookers can't swim so you can resort to the old Kennedy-Chappaquiddick maneuver if the broads start getting uppity and moral and threaten extortion after you humiliate them in the most sadistic of ways.

I now know why the Opium Group chose to name themselves as such. They pump opium fumes through the ventilation systems in all their clubs to sedate and stupify their customers, inducing a mild state of temporary psychosis, which enables club-goers to accept the abjectly grotesque cliche that their nightlife routine has become.
Rocking the balls and ass of the blogging world.
Set is an awful space
Yeah and Tommy Pooch is so handsome and dignified in his Ed Hardy T-shirts and his ripped jeans on his 65 year old deformed frame. Maybe the old geezer is suffering from the affliction affecting thousands in Miami... Reverse Body Dysmorphic Disorder , where all he sees in the mirror is a handsome devil instead of the frog he really is. Seriously, during the past two year Miami has suffered a surge on loser wannabes who literally live in fantasy land, like my low rent weed dealer who cant afford a car or even a scooter but lives in a 2500 per month apt on the beach. When is someone going to be brave enough to post another harshly real dos and donts of Miami like that one that got taken down after 2 days? this Tommy P dude should be on the top list of the dont's.
I had a boss once that took a $100k bonus and bought a CLK 63 AMG when his house couldn't be worth more than $200k. All that to drive from south west buttfuck to South Beach on Saturday nights just to cruise in his car.

Bottom line is that people like to feel rich and that's the experience that these clubs give them. The clubs then make money until their club no longer seems to tailor to rich people, because too many "saugüeseros" take over the crowd.
"Ahh, she's built like a steakhouse, but she handles like a bistro."
people notice a clk63?
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Yeah, I don't bother doing a double-take unless a car is pushing over a quarter mil in price, like that electric blue Bentley I'd see going up and down US1/Biscayne, or the Maybach parked outside the ghetto Walgreens. I got bored of Ferraris even, because everyone has the same one (F150), in the same color (red). Even that tangerine Lotus Exige I see almost everyday in Doral got old, especially after I learned it was only $60k. What a terrible waste of money. $60k for a car that can be outperformed by a fucking Mazda for half the price.
Rocking the balls and ass of the blogging world.
LMFAO!!!!
the tragedy that has become clubland. romy, above, HAS to spend thousands just to get acknowleged but not liked. trust , if his cash flow dries up so will the "love" the $million$ bros allow these poor saps to BELEIVE they're receiving. south beach burns, while the lowlife club owners rape and pillage to buy more homes and bentleys. but rome does not burn. nor does roman, as in roamin' jonesin', lemmingskull, crapponi, the above mentioned maggot bros., the cockroach that is roberto can't, and the under your nail scum that is nic"coke no cola" siervient . the beginning of the end was the arrival of the eurotrash contingent headed up by yves at warsaw, in typical jean come lately style well after the clubs glory had passed. the maggot bros added an equally piggy palace to the beach with their living"without morality"room.then there was the murder of gianni versace, furthering the marked end of the wonder and unlimited creativness that was south beach. in my estimation the gravestone was finally placed when diddy/daddy/puff/puffy/sean was arrested on ocean drive on a scooter talking on a cell phone. although always the trendfollower, diddy did this time herald the trend of niglets on scooters.
back in the high holy days, er the holy high days, club owners were in the business for the right reasons. to get laid and get fucked up with the rest of us. oh, and of course to make loads of money having fun with people that you genuinely liked to be around.
ths current coporate approach to clubbing was to first segregate. you know as in divide to conquer and control. black, sure come on in but only on this other night., but not sundays, that's when we milk the gays. well helled over here and put the pedestrians over there. then V.I.P. and bottle service was added to further the gouging. over time the club goers began to forget that they held the power to run these clubs the way they would like them to be run. if only for a week or two these poor masochistic kids that line the ropes, hoping to be "allowed" in, stopped going to the clubs with these abusive door policies the clubs would have absolutly NO choice but to reconsider ther strongarm policies. every dollar that's in a clubbers wallet is a VOTE!. why would anyone continue to VOTE weekly for somebody that doesn't meet their needs, treats them like shit and does NOTHING to make anyone feel valued? the clubs have no desire to change htier approach or pollices. but, YOU can change! YOU can CREATE change! REDISCOVER YOUR POWER PEOPLE! DEMAND THE GOOD TIMES THAT THIS TOWN CAN TRULY OFFER!!!
I got bored of Ferraris even, because everyone has the same one (F150), in the same color (red). Even that tangerine Lotus Exige I see almost everyday in Doral got old, especially after I learned it was only $60k. What a terrible waste of money. $60k for a car that can be outperformed by a fucking Mazda for half the price.


Ferrari F150 eh? Must be that super limited edition. I think you mean the F430.

As for the Exige, don't be ridiculous. The Exige will take any Mazda in top speed and off the line save for the LeMans/Super cars they build. Factor in one corner and the Exige will destroy any Mazda on the road.

It's funny that you make fun of these people and all you know about these cars is the price (not even). It's a perfect example of the type of people who the article is talking about.
"Ahh, she's built like a steakhouse, but she handles like a bistro."
enoughisenough, that's quite a rant. Thank you!
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enoughisenough, that's quite a rant. Thank you!

having moved to the beach to avoid that one eyed drive back to lauderdale, inthe scratch/strand/club nu era, i've so much change. very little of it for the better. life isn't waht you do. it's HOW you do what you do. is the beach better since every club owner courted and collaberated with evry low life promoter they could wrangle in? in life one has to constanly question whether one's actions are contributing to the problems or the soulutions . these club owners have one goal. and that is to milk and bilk every poor sucker who attaches their self worth to which side of the velvet rope they're on. unless you're one of the poor saps from out of town that does beleive the hype these clubs spin that they can acually meet and connect with friends, both known and not yet met. and shake off the stress of their work week or the monotony of their lives back home.
what do you call a hooker with a runny nose? FULL! ya got a kleenex? sniff, sniff! i thank god that i got to experience this amazing town, both in and out of it's nightclubs, when it was remerging from the scarface/miami vice days. if you could dream it you could do it back then. the possibilities were limitless. i made my reputation getting paid to do onstage at warsaw, torpedo, paragon, etc..., things that would get you arrested.today.
my regret is truly for the kids today trying to discover themselves through social interacions these clubs can and should still provide. these kids are in a panic. their culture is presented back to them via mtv,youtube,perez, etc..., before they even know about it. what if god forbid they're wearing the wrong shoes the night that paris show's up. and there the club owners are counting stacks of cash by taking advantage of these kids insecurities and need to fit in. especially in such a "cool" town as this.
you see the people that flock to nightclubs today in a desperate attempt to fit in, are the people we used to go to nightclubs to get away from. oh well, there always havana on the horizon. maybe we can get it right this time.

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