November 19, 1997

One thing is for certain at Roxy - they want you to have a good time. From the free valet parking to the confetti patterns in the carpet, the main theme is indulgence.

After passing dress code (though I'm told my [stylish!] hiking boots will not be permitted from here on out) at opening night, I was warmly greeted and offered a drink. Very much the way an evening at the club should start out! The music that filled the main room was loud enough to keep you dancing but soft enough to be able to carry on a conversation. Everywhere I stopped a napkin was put down for my beverage and I never had to ask for a fresh drink. I almost felt pampered. The chairs are plush, and the tables are made of hard woods. The decor in general, something I might not normally even notice, was extravagant. I played a game of pool on a virgin table with a virgin stick (I lost in a heart breaker with just five balls left on the table).

I'm not sure I agree with Roxy's definition of club. There are five clubs inside Roxy, though where one begins and another starts is not clear me. It's more like different rooms inside one big room. But now I'm nitpicking. Besides being a swank place to party when you're in the mood for excess, Roxy seems to be a great place for an office Christmas party. I'm sure the place, open just about a week, already has some juicy stories to tell.

J.D. Ashcraft Born in 1880 to a coal miner and an alligator wrestler, I came to Orlando after the great depression to take part in the new media revolution that was television. Now, some 50 years later, I am still active in new media via The Slant. Der wiesel ist in der flub!. Other Articles I've Written