Saint

Been here a couple times. Not a bad place to take a group of friends to dance the night away.
Yeah, yeah, the bouncers do that annoying make everyone stand in line thing. However, if you get there before 10:30 on a Saturday, there’s no cover. The place is not bad inside. There are two rooms of music, so if you get tired of one song, you can try the other room. The walls are lined with some kinda patterned velvet in one room. I think it’s trying to be chic, but not exactly getting it. It doesn’t try too hard, nor does it care. The Saint is comfortable with its borderline cheesy skin, so the environment is pretty chill.
There were a couple bars and the mixed drinks were $ 8. Less than most clubs, but that’s not saying much. Bathroom was posh and had many stalls. Crowd was all about fun. Just a couple sneaky creeps; a couple social misfits dispersed in the crowd. A bar by any other name is still a bar.

You should definitely go here if you want to be ogled and potentially groped by strangers.
I gave it 2 stars instead of 1, because I’m pretty sure there are girls out there who just got excited reading that.

MEH

Saint should seriously be renamed Saigon. I must be going on the wrong nights, because this place always seems to be jam-​packed with Southeast Asians. Is there an army base near by? What gives? I thought I had been magically transported to Boston Bowl. Maybe there was too much opium in the air, but one time I looked over at the dance floor, and I swear I saw Tila Tequila drive by on a moped and lob grenades into the crowd.
At first blush, Saint’s cover charge seems pretty ridiculous, but patrons need to keep in mind that mixing Southeast Asians with Johnnie Walker equals FIGHT NIGHT. The last few times I witnessed fights breakout between rival Southeast Asian gangs, which was worth the price of admission. Consider your cover charge a pay-​per-​view fee. It’s like watching the family of «Little People Big World» get in a brawl with each other, except these dwarves are armed with nunchucks and throwing stars. Sweet.
Once the fights are broken up, it’s business as usual and back to the dance floor. The music was nothing to write home about — the ubiquitous top 40s/​hip hop. These days, thanks to Steve Jobs, anyone can be a mediocre DJ as long as he/​she can afford a mac book and 99 cent downloads. Shameless plug — Middlesex in Cambridge is probably the best place to be just to dance to some bumpin’ tunes and fight-​free nights.
I should point out that the drink prices are still steep at Saint, especially for a lounge that is clearly on its last legs. I’m not sure if Saint can stage a comeback… its trajectory is on pace with the Hollywood career of Lindsay Lohan. Or maybe, just maybe, Saint can pull a Michael Vick and stage an insurmountable comeback?