I have been here only three times, and I have thoroughly enjoyed myself every single time! Seen as thought I am a student it has only cost me £1 to get in each time which is excellent value, but I’m not sure how much it is if you are not a student. Anyway, the club is below ground and you have to go down quite a steep set of stairs to actually get inside. At the bottom of these stairs you are greeted with a massive rock which I think is supposed to be some sort of medieval artefact of some sort. The club is set out into 2 halves. One half of it is like the dance floor, which is quite small and surrounded my mirrors. The other half is a sitting/lounging area. This is another very small area so it’s hard to actually find a seat. This reminds me of Morocco or something, there are throws and massive cushions which you can lay yourself on, it’s almost like a chill out room. There are various sitting sections, which will sit about 10 people, and it all generates an incredibly relaxed atmosphere. I have been only on Wednesday nights, which alternates between Indie and Hip-Hop nights. All three times have been brilliant and so have the DJ’s, playing excellent tracks every time. Now, when you go into a club, you ask for requests from the DJ’s, they say they will play the song, but they don’t . But every time I have been here, I have requested three or four songs, and the DJ plays it every time. The DJ’s are brilliant, and everyone gets up to dance simply because of the music. The drinks are fairly cheap on a Wednesday night, with my tipple, (Vodka & Lemonade) at only £1.50. Now, the unusual thing is, that they don’t actually have any drinks on pumps, so you can only buy bottled beer. They also do a large amount of good priced cocktails, shooters and spirits that you can also have. Despite, the above, there are some disadvantages of the place however. You get the impression that the locals
don’t like students. I sat down in the chill out room next to some of them because I needed rest, and they just stared at me as to say, “Who do you think you are? Get out of my face” so I quickly left. It’s also a very very small club, so it sometimes gets a bit cramped. However, this gives of a good atmosphere, so I like this. It can also take quite a long time to get served at the bar, and you often find yourself hanging around. But, the disadvantages hardly make a difference to me, as the music is brilliant every time as is the atmosphere. It really is a brilliant place!
Po Na Na (souk bar) is one of Lincoln’s newest additions to the nightlife. It is inhabiting the underground space vacated by the particularly indie/alt “Barracudas”. Reaching the top half of Lincoln’s very long high street you will find a large doorway, this leads directly down a staircase and into the bowels of the club. This word has been specifically chosen because I currently believe all that inhabits this club is bilious in nature and rather horrible. I will explain why in a moment. It’s a nice looking place, there’s an authentic roman ruin encased in glass which is quirky, nice to look at and a lovely little feature. Although in the clubs previous incarnation you were able to crawl around this ruin, still best keep it in good nick. The club contains two sections, a quieter seating area provides an escape, the dance and bar area can be awkward for making conversation, but talk is cheap anyway. The dance floor is nothing special but an adequate size for the club. Walled with some mirrors and attractive décor it fits with the overall image of the place. This overall image is full of eastern promise, that’s the best description I can give because you just feel like you’re in a Turkish Delight advert. Besides big bearded men cutting up pink chocolate delicacies with sabres, the seating area feels cavernous. That being lots of little caves rather than a big one. Each of these little sections has a pile of cushions or a sofa type thing, it all feels pretty groovy until you relax in a sophisticated manner in a cushioned booth only to be told to stop smoking or watch where you’re putting your feet! The bar is another disappointment, I’m sure it’s all very modern and everything, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It may be to keep everything tidy and such like, but there is nothing on tap! That’s right boys and girls, nothing on draught. That is annoying for me
216;cos I like a pint, but at some of the bottle prices I begin to cringe. They are already beginning to get my goat. In fact it would probably be quite cool if I did take a goat in there, it might fit in nicely with the whole image thing… must dig out authentic goat-herder costume. Where was I… oh the bar. The absence of drinks on tap also leads people to fall for the stupidest trick in the book. Cocktail deals. I remember when cocktails were something other people drank, unless you were being very exotic indeed. But now all kinds of pubs are supposedly offering cocktails and boy do we sucker for it. They must be pissing themselves as they serve up 25ml of alcohol cleverly disguised as a proper drink, with some orange juice, splash of cranberry perhaps and a bucket of ice. Po Na Na Lincoln love to give you a wide selection of coloured and flavoured pap. And they frequently try to make you think you’re getting a great deal by doing two for one offers, or even half price deals! So I don’t like the bar choice or price. There is something else though…. What exactly spirited me to write this op. Well I’m still really annoyed by this so I will try and control my anger. This is not a first hand account, but a retold story of something that happened in the club on 0512/01. This has been told to me by someone who was involved in the “incident”. It happened at the club’s “Yo-Yo” night, possibly called because the organisers have the brains of children. I apologise, I do not want to offend any children. A gay couple (male) were kissing in a corner near the dance floor, they were clearly having a good night and, like any two people having a snog, weren’t really bothered about what was going on around them. Two other blokes were getting themselves wound up by this and started muttering abusive comments, and mentioning it to others, who also voiced their displeasure. Some friends of min
e were sitting near this, overheard and thought it wise to direct a bouncers attention to it. Luckily they did this at just the right time, a bouncer stepped in just as the ‘blokes’ were about to approach the couple and perhaps ‘kick-off’. The ‘blokes’ were stopped for a moment but they were clearly having a big personal problem with two men kissing in their general area. The problem persisted, the security staff were not bothered by this, they did not even return to check on the situation. My friends could not leave the situation any longer. The gay couple were still kissing, and why shouldn’t they. The ‘blokes’ were getting worse. My friends attempted to casually put them selves between the couple and the hostiles so as to create some separation, maybe even a screen so the ‘blokes’ didn’t have to suffer the revolting sight put before them! Unfortunately putting themselves in that position meant they had to endure the spitting which was now going on. Yes that’s right, shouted abuse and spitting. The gay couple were not to be phased by this and continued their lives as they should, not even giving the idiots the benefit of recognition. The situation was not calming though, concerned for peoples safety, a friend of mine approached security again. They pointed out that it was getting worse, surely you can’t allow your patrons to be spat on and threatened. Now was the moment when security finally acted. They put a stop to it once and for all. Did they approach the small-minded idiots and tell them such behaviour would not be tolerated? No. Did they apologise to the gay couple and throw the ‘blokes’ out, telling them to wise up or get barred? No. Security threw out the gay couple. I need not say much more, other than to point out that my friend who told me of this couldn’t sleep last night through disbelief and disgust. It is also noted that
several other people who witnessed this were incredulous at the bouncers actions, so much that they were immediately brought to tears and had to leave the club. Rest assured that people are being made aware of this. If anyone knows anyone at Po Na Na head office, have a word!