Review of Crobar Nightclub Chicago- Wednesday Latin Night a Dud

Crobar Nightclub in Chicago is widely known for being the party palace of the city. So why would a weeknight with a Latin twist dull the popular nightclub's image?

Well, for several reasons actually, but mostly because the music selection was not up to par. The nightclub's website describes a Latin night of music that includes Salsa, Merengue and Reggaeton. Perfect, if you love Latin beats, start the night out slow and end with a bang. But Wednesday night at Crobar started out really slow and never switched gears. A puzzling thing really when you think about it, a population known for it's fiestas and dancing in one of Chicago's best places for an energized dance party, should not spell out dull.

The night started out at the entrance to the club, before my entourage and I were allowed to pass through the tiled tunnel we had to do a little work. By signing up on the nightclub's guestlist via Crobar's official website you are given complimentary entry, but it's a two step process. After registering, a confirmation is supposed to be printed out and brought along to the club for verification, we can only speculate that our computer's pop up blocker kept this from us.

Once inside sounds of brass and Salsa filled the two story nightclub, it was all recorded, but hey, you can't expect everything. The recorded Salsa music lasted a little over an hour, but about halfway through that time frame we heard the recording start over again. I find it hard to believe that forty minutes of Salsa was all they were able to dig up when Celia Cruz alone gave us more than an hours worth of good Salsa music.

More than two hours after arriving at Crobar, the club and the music had failed to get my party to hit the dance floor. Immediately after the Salsa music a few tracks of Merengue played followed by every Bachata song recorded in the last year. Even on a Wednesday night out I generally only look at my watch to lament the fact that it is time to go, not so in this case. I, along with everyone else in the club, kept checking the time hoping it would give me an idea as to when the music was going to pick up.