Griboedov Club, St. Petersburg

I visited there a couple years ago, and it was an experience. We followed a map to get there, and almost missed the turn because the only indication of where it is is the name of the club spray painted on the alley wall. Then my friend grabbed my arm and we walked down this dark alley towards a light in a courtyard. We didn't see anything but a door with a light above it, and no signs with the name of the club on it. Well, we looked at each other confused, and just then someone opened the door up to leave, and we then knew we were at the right place and headed down the stairs to the bomb shelter turned club. The club was cool, and had good music. I said my first Russian words in public which was, "may I have two beers please". The bartender was wearing Russian fatigues and a cowboy hat, and was friendly. Sitting there listning to the music there was lady sitting on a young man's lap, both pretty drunk. Well, the young man fell off the chair and down went the lady too, and they just laid there on the floor. The bouncer came up and instead of cutting them off or kicking them out propped them back up on the chair and nudged the beer towards them. I was loving it. After some dacing and drinking we headed home, and I look at that night as one of my favorite Russian experiences during my stay.