Holly’s

I was INVITED to Holly’s on a Saturday by a friend that was having a birthday party there. I found parking down the street for $ 10 and walked to the door. It was around 11pm and there was not a soul in line. The doorman (after not acknowledging that I was a patron), finally asked me whose guestlist I was on. I told him my friend’s name and he said there was not a promoter by that name.
There was also a lady at the door with a clipboard in her hand. i explained to her that I was simply there for a friend’s birthday. She and the doorman were very rude and told me that there was no more room to let me and my friend in. Mind you, I could see inside and hear the music. The spot was not full.
Needless to say, we did not get in, but I really didn’t mind because it saved me from having to pay a ridiculous $ 20 COVER. Not going back and I don’t advise anyone else to either. Went to Barcopa in Santa Monica instead and had a blast!

Aight, this may be a good review because I always look at these spots as a potential place to DJ. I went to check out «Move» on Tuesday night with my Come Up Crew homie LinoType. We went to check out the homies Evilincoln?! and Shiva spin. We walked in and were feeling the spot right away. We like the size of the place, the bar, the smokling patio, and the DJ booth in the middle of the dance floor. I would feel a little weird myself DJing in a booth in the middle of the dancefloor but I could understand the concept and I thought it was pretty cool. I loved that they were playing some classic hip hop and RnB tracks, always a good thing.
I would totally hit this spot again if I needed to get out on Tuesday night. BTW, there were a lot of stacked girls there…

On a random bar crawl on the Westside this weekend, some friends and I literally stumbled into this little dive on Saturday night. Here’s the quickie run down…
No cover
Small space (nothing real special bout it) and hot as hell
Music was basic oldies, top 40, and hip hop mash (cool surprise: live conga drummer)
Drinks were typical prices: $ 6/​beer and about $ 10/​cocktail
Bathrooms SUCKED! how can any place feel that one toilet for females is ever going to be enough???
Crowd is well mixed to be nice, and a lot of rude weirdos to be harsh: People elbowing people, guys who wouldn’t take «NO» graciously, and when the lights went on at the end of the night the girls… well let’s put it this way… I never found bad make up running down a woman’s face from sweat really attractive
Would I come here again? Sure, if I’m really that bored cause it’s close for some random night of dancing. Would I crave coming to this place the way I crave McDonald’s sometimes? Sure, they’re both equally as greasy and cheap and sometimes that’s a good thing =)

I want to start off by saying I have no business being at a hip-​hop club. That is to say that I’m not a fan of hip-​hop music and being at a hip-​hop club makes me feel awkward. Still, I am a fan of new experiences and I do love to cut a rug, so when a girl friend recommended we check this place out I was down to go.
Got there around 11pm and there was already a decent line outside. We were: a) almost Puritan in our night ensembles compared to a girl in a barely-​booty covering dress (shirt?), b) the whitest people there. As the ladies ahead of us gave us a long look I started to think «Uh oh» until my friend asked the ladies if we were in the right place and immediately they did the booty bump. Clearly we were in the right place.
The inside of Holly’s is lovely. It’s a little zen and boughie except that the clientele are all chic, sexy, young people who jiggle and freak like there’s no tomorrow. Within 30 minutes this place this place was packed. For a place this popular I’m not sure why they have such a small dancefloor. Perhaps to encourage people to get all up ons ya like they were.
The biggest disappointment of the evening were the bartenders. There was a thin blond bartender who was very rude to my friend who took more than 2 seconds to order her drink. Look lady, I know you’re busy, but don’t just cut my friend off in mid sentence and ignore her until she flags you down again. Nobody needs that kind of attitude when they’re at a club to have a good time. Also, drinks aren’t cheap so I wasn’t in the mood to be messed with.
We didn’t end up staying here the whole night, we opted for the less crowded Holly’s East (see my review of there). Still, all in all it was a nice place but probably not one I’ll come to again just because it isn’t my scene. If it’s your scene you’ll probably really like it, so check it out!

Went here 4÷25÷2008. This is a short one.
Too small —
Definitely don’t come here if you want to dance.
Rip Off —
$ 20 cover, fine that’s normal, but $ 14 for a weak Red Bull and Grey Goose in a lowball glass (if that’s what you call the short ones) AMAZING!!! (in the «that’s just re-​dic sorta way»)
The DJ did not save the night–
Nothing special about the DJ since all he played was standard generic top 40 Crap-​Hop (Not Hip-​Hop)
In the end…
Won’t be going back aaaaanytime soon.

I came here last Saturday around 11pm. No line outside, got in without a hitch.
The place was D E A D. 20 people sprinkled sparsely throughout the room, half of them were promoters, the other half were the promoters’ girlfriends.
We left about 30 mins later and went to Nacional next door, and according to the doorman, Holly’s gets crackin after midnight. Unfortunately, I like to be home and tucked in by 1am, so standing around and waiting for the heat to pick up is just a luxury I can’t afford.

I’m actually torn about the number of stars I want to give this place. On one hand, I had a lot of fun. On the other, I paid for it dearly.
Holly’s is right next to Nacional which I remember fondly as the place that had the most awesome chocolate cake batter martinis. These would not be your usual chocolate martinis which are dark brown but would be a lovely clear martini that taste yummy and vanilla-​y. Scott, the bartender bummed me out when he said he didn’t know how to make it. He did however say his specialty is key lime martinis. Okiedoke, let’s try one.
It was great! It even came with a little friend on the side as he made too much.
In fact, apparently, that’s his trick. The second one wasn’t as good but he splashed some more vodka in it.
The third one was like the second one. Even the friend was getting tiresome. How could it be? I usually like my drink’s third wheel friend. Hmm, okay, we’re out of here. Let me close my tab. WTF? $ 46? I’m guessing each martini which came with a little friend was $ 14 plus a bottle of water. Goodness.
So, yeah, I had fun but paid for it. All.night.long. And the next day too. I probably recovered from the shenanigans around 1 p.m. the next day when I rolled out of bed with cracked out makeup and cursing third wheel friends.
– edit
I am jacking the stars to 4 since I just remembered the lovely bartender Scott did a shot with me and well, that’s just fucking cool.

My friends and i asked the doorman how much was admission. They asked if we were on the guestlist and we said no. Then he examined all of us and then summoned us to enter.
The lounge is rather small, but it wasn’t even close to crowded., so it was hard to gauge the type of people that normally go there. The music was great but both bathrooms were out of order!

One of my girlie friends booked a fashion gig here tonight. So, here I am. The guy-​girl ratio’s 50 to 1. This place is a typical Hollywood lounge. Loud DJ music. Cramped spacing. Cocktails at $ 12. Unless you enjoy spending $ 100 to get buzzed, I suggest you stay clear away: (

Hi, my name is Joel and I did not get punched out when I went to Hollys.
It was free, there was no line and there was no cover for guys. You can’t get any better than that. We even got to sit at the tables for free. Come on people, you cant get that anywhere else in Hollywood.
The negatives?
No Petron. They might as well just shut down right now.
Hot. They need to crank up the AC because I smelled some expired people on the dance floor that made me almost acid reflex out my faux petron shot.
but again — - free, no wait, no line. score.

I’ve been here a handful of times, mostly because of the convenient location and lack of cover charge (unlike its sister club, Nacional). With plenty of pretty people, pricey drinks, plush couches, and poppy hip hop, it’s not much different from your typical Hollywood bar scene.
Like most places out here, the bouncers are super assholes. I’ve never seen someone get the beat down like Joel R, but have had guy friends denied for wearing t-​shirts even though every guy inside was wearing a t-​shirt, jeans, and sneakers. They may have not been wearing Bape, but it was still BS.

One night I decided to become the moral compass and tell my friend her sister fucked the dude she was fucking. I made up my mind while at Holly’s and beautiful people were dancing around me everywhere, gyrating and being good looking. Basically, that’s everything I have to say about Holly’s. I fucked over my friend’s while watching good looking people and being bored. I guess the bottom line is that Holly’s is boring and caused me to destroy more than my liver. Awesome.

So, on ShittySearch this place is rated fairly highly, but those people are just plain clueless. I was there Fri night around 1030pm for a friend’s bday party. «Holly’s», she says. Outside the signage says something else, but I know these trendy places are just trying to put people off of the scent.
But, I’m clever so I check with the doorman. He then says, «which list are you on?» We talk and he refuses to acknowledge I’m speaking English. Now, I am English, so may be it’s my queer accent. Only when a smarter dude comes and explains my friend’s group is «…ok» and «to expect lots of guys first, with girls following later on». Dumb bouncer says, «do they have tables?»…i, e, are they spending $$$? It’s all about the money, honey.
So, in summary, cool, but small spot with the DJ set-​up in the centre of the (dance)floor. No one was inside at 1030pm, not even my friend, so I skulled my Newkie Brown Ale and left by 11pm. Did I get my money’s worth? Uh, yea… nothing to pay at the door (if u get in), $ 6 for a drink and $ 6 for 30mins parking up the street north of Hollywood Blvd. Cheap for Hollywood, baby. But no sign of my friend. Bollocks! ;-)

wow… too bad joel. i wish that story didn’t happen to you. sheesh. people are assholes.
went here on a thursday night. My friend djs: Dj Luv Tek… he’s really good if you like some booty bumpin mash up (hip hop, rock, indie, house, randomness like ‘kiss the girl’ from little mermaid) music. Really awesome to dance to yo! Go see him on a thursday night!!!
Anyways, they just started the thursday night thing when I went so there weren’t too many people there but I hear now it’s getting a little more notice.
Would be better if they put the dj in a location against a wall instead of in the middle of the floor.
I don’t know how much drinks were because I’m cheap and I either buy some really cheap wine and drink it before hand… or rockstar with vodka and pour it in an empty water bottle, take it in the club, get a cup of ice, and pour it in there… ghetto style. Hey, guys don’t always buy me drinks. Maybe if i’m lucky. THerefore, i bring my own drink!
I had fun! (Like i do 99% of the time!)

I went out to Hollys, in Hollywood, with a couple of friends. It was a friend of a friends birthday. We sat at a table, had a few drinks, laughed, had another couple of drinks and by then I figured that I was drunk enough to dance.
So I am dancing around, having a good time. My roommate’s girlfriend gets me to freak some dude and then some chick. I start dancing with the girl and you know what, things are going pretty well. I go to the bathroom, order another drink and see my roommate and his lady standing in line for the bathroom. I walk over and start talking to them. Then someone bumps into my back. I turn around to see who and some guy (a fucking hugely buff mountain of a man and guess what yeah, you got it, he fights in the UFC [Ultimate Fighting Championship]) is staring me dead in the eye.
This is all I remember, so the rest is filled in mostly by my roommate and his girlfriend.
I guess this Mr. UFC is a bouncer at the club and was a little upset that we bumped into each other. I apologized and patted him on the shoulder. He in turn freaks out, grabs me by the shirt and drags me out of the club. Once we get out of the club he punches me extremely hard in the left side of my neck. I in turn fall to the fucking ground. He then grabs me by the belt and hurls me into the gutter. Keep in mind that this is in the front of a club in Hollywood, so there had to of been 40 people outside to witness this. I then proceed to lay on my back, in the gutter, for about ten minutes, awake and fully aware.
So then we decide to leave. You know, cut our losses and enjoy and nice evening at home. But wait! I have to close my fucking bar tab first! YAY! Back into the fray we go! Close my tab and get the fuck out all the while I am cussing all of the bouncers out.
The best part was waking up today and saying to everyone, «You guys have any idea what happened last night?»
Absolutely do not go here!