Chris S.
Yelp
I've been to the Ken Club a number of times to see my favorite local bands play, but Ive never really been all that impressed with the joint. I'm not one for a big fancy production - if there's fun to be had, that's all I really care for. But my last experience at the Kensington Club but a stick through the spokes of my bicycle of fun. So I'm going to give you the dog's nuts of the place.
The place isn't very hard to get to - you can take the 805 or the 15, both will drop you off right around the neighborhood. It's not the most obvious attraction from the road, so keep an eye out for the pink neon "Kensington" out front, hidden behind some trees. But there's no parking in back so look for spots in the street or surrounding neighborhoods.
If your prayers come true and you find parking that isn't three blocks down, you finally make it to the door with some breath left in you. The place is divided in two - why, i don't know. To the left is a narrow and crammed (if busy at all) bar with pool tables in the back and an overpriced electronic dart board. To the right is the show room, with its own mini bar typically and conveniently stocked with brew. And in front of you is a tall and silent bouncer. But forget him, I'll start with the main bar.
If you come early, as always, its easy to find seating. Come later, and good luck walking to the bathroom without shoving someone into their drink. Even though its a long bar with plenty of seats, don't expect to find one past 10:00pm. Around 11:30, you're running through a gauntlet of sardines in a crushed tin can just to take a leak. The bar itself serves mostly liquor, with a couple taps that, in my observations, are often tapped out, and there isn't much to look at besides a small number of posters - a Guinness and Jack Daniels being the only two that come to mind - and an eerily-lit pale-yellow neon clock that the only balloon in the bar is blown in front of from some fan.
The bartenders were extremely friendly - in fact I didn't tip him once. The first drink - a jack and coke - took this guy what felt like an inning to pour, after it took another inning for him to wobble down to me. The second time, the same guy screwed up a dark Russian (seriously?), and made a production about me not tipping him again either. Well here's a tip for him - if it's busy, leave your problems at the door and don't suck at your job. Getting tipped is a privilege, not a right. And if your service sucks, don't expect me to reward you. I'll often over-tip at the end of the night but this guy really rubbed me the wrong way. No problems with the others, but it was disheartening to see they weren't very enthusiastic about their jobs either. (I guess I would be too if I walked away that night with only $300 in my pocket. You know, what with the recession and all.)
Taking a couple steps further down the bar, you've got your bathrooms to the right and two pool tables (one working), an electronic dart board (overpriced), a booth and some more bar stools to lounge around on. The bathroom was also extremely well-kept - I really couldn't tell if a water pipe had busted or overflowed, or if that really was piss all over the floor.
Once you complete the gauntlet and are awarded a a fresh drink or soggy shoes, you fight your way back towards the show room. This time, the bouncer who just checked you for your ID is now asking you for the cover charge, so be prepared.
Finally inside, with the pleasant aroma of sharpie emanating from your wrists, you find yourself in the main event. And boy what a place it is - you really feel like royalty. A number of red incandescent lights illuminate this dark cavern, stock with plush leather booths for seating, very comfortable. Sometimes the band will bring nachos for everyone, which you'll find off to the right towards the stage. Two ceiling fans set on low circulate the air for the dancing, bobbing, bouncing, and moshing masses, making for that special ambiance of walking out of a show with your shirt absolutely drenched in sweat (who knows if all of its yours). The acoustics aren't too bad, and if you're really into stage lighting, you'll be excited to know that 6-8 plain white stage lights illuminate your favorite band at any given time, unless they bring their own.
But once the show is over and the crowd makes the mad dash for the cool fresh air outside, you achieve a zen-like state. You really do. For you realize that the Kensington Club is one unique experience that I'm sure is (or maybe isn't) talked about. And if your ears are ringing, and your shirt is soaked with sweat and your shoes are still slippery from the flooding bathroom, and you close out your tab (if you have one), you can begin the trek back to your car, and home, for a good night's blogging on yelp.
Frankly, I'm going to continue coming to the Ken Club to support local music, but Im definitely going to pre-game elsewhere.
Cheers.