I recently had an adventure at the "Lovelee" club in Amsterdam, and by adventure, I mean an unforgettable disaster. Here I was, at a business conference, rubbing shoulders with smart professionals. The scene was set, but unfortunately, it was as if we had walked onto the wrong movie set.
The club, whose ambiance was more ‘dusty attic’ than ‘hip spot’, was a sight to behold. It's as if someone asked, "How can we combine the glamour of an old warehouse with the cleanliness of a college dorm?"
I took a small puff from my vape, just one. Quicker than you can say 'stroopwafel', an overzealous security guard, who looked like he'd failed an IQ test, demanded I leave immediately. His motto: "you go out, 0 tolerance". Apparently, they're stricter than my high school principal.
I tried to reason, explaining that we were a large group that would leave and not buy another round if I was thrown out. But talking to this guard was like talking to a brick wall. Except, I think the brick wall would've been more understanding.
Looking back, I see I'm not alone in this. Other Google reviews echo my sentiments about this club's overly aggressive security team.
The club's name, 'Lovelee', is a misleading joke. It wasn’t love I felt from the club, but rather the kind of welcome you'd expect from a bear during hibernation.
So if you're thinking about going to Lovelee, just know what you're getting into. It’s less of a club, more of an exercise in how much nonsense you can endure from their 'superhero' security staff.
So until my next review, remember, not all that glitters is Lovelee!