Have A Nice Day Cafe’

Have A Nice Day Café no longer exists. The location has been remodeled and is now called Suite.

Pretty cheesy and retro, but not a bad place to go at the right time. Like when Freeway feels like dancing. Yes, Marcus and I were hanging out with him that night.

Yikes!
YIKES!
this place is weird! and has a carpeted floor and lots of glow stick lighting crap.

the sadf part of this review is its going to be mostly negative, yet it is probably the one place in milwaukee i go to the most. its like that old ex gf or bf that’s totally a mess, just a fuck up of a human being that you can do some much better than, yet here you are… back again, being as unsatisfied as the last time you were there.
its an 80’s bar/​club. some sort of wierd austin powers thing going on… complete with the totally hooched up short shorts wearing blond girls dancing and selling beer. if you’re looking for a bachelorette party this is stop number one it attracts them, like bees and honey. and be prepared to hear Nelly and Justin Timberlake at least 10 times all nite. 80’s club you say? this is also a good place to find your creepy ex boyfriend dressed in his shiniest shirt and popped collar. why? because the chicks here are easy picking. you only come here to get just stone-​cold drunk… and the fishbowls they sell will take care of that for sure. at some point during the nite there will be a bar full of creppy sweaty people dancing on the dance floor drinking from multiple straws from multiple fishbowls of multiple strangers. i think the goal is to get so drunk that it really is a good idea to stay here all nite and listen to Young MC’s Bust a Move. if you want it, they’ve got it.
with all that said, it really is a good place to go to get silly drunk and hook up with nice nerdy girls and creepy boys (hey thats me!) and not talk to them again. plus its 80’s music, fun lighting, and you get to keep the fishbowl that 8 other people drank out of and was mixed with 12 different questionable toxins. you can put your fish in there!

Oh Boy… I’ve died and gone to bachelorette party heaven (or hell was more like it). I was lucky enough to be in the lovely city of beer and cheese this past weekend for my girlfriends pre-​nuptial celebration. Someone must have known Have A Nice Day Café is ‘the’ place to be for brides-​to-​be and their penis adorned tiaras as there were 5 bachelorette parties here at one time, all out of control and requesting every god awful Abba song known to man. Singing along to ‘Dancing Queen’ with 50 other ladies isn’t really my idea of a good time, but taste is subjective.
The whole 70’s/80’s vibe complete with blacklights, Saturday Night Fever posters and colorful dance floor is just too cheesy, even for this Cheetah. They also charged us each a $ 5 cover to get in when the place was completely EMPTY. Lame. I want my money back! Had it not been for the party I was with, I would have been outta there faster than you can say Bee Gee, but alas the $ 1 Miller Lites kept everyone firmly planted in Hustle Hell. Next time, I’m taking the party to Water Street where at least you are guaranteed at minimum some decent music with your shitty beer.

Ok– if you go here with the right attitude and a large group of your own friends, you won’t hate it.
Yes, it’s filled with obnoxious young girls, lecherous gross old men, and numerous bachelorette parties– this is why you need to bring enough of your own friends. And yes, the music is dated– I think they played Groove is in the Heart twice! But, it’s kind of like a wedding reception, if you want to have a good time, you will.

Are you looking for a filthy, kitchy club that smells like stale beer with a soundtrack of tired, cliché 70s and 80s music? And do you want to pay a cover for the «privilege»? Great, head to Have A Shitty Night Café.
There’s nothing like drinking swill out of plastic cups to allow you to relive those early days of college binge-​drinking, and the bathrooms are generally filled with the requisite vomit aftermath — charming!
The clientele is mostly kids with fake IDs and the lecherous men who want to pick them up, middle-​aged cubicle jockeys or those who have won a free beer party.
If you’re already wasted and want to people-​watch, this trainwreck of a club may just be exactly what the doctor ordered.
Beware, ladies: you’ll be hunted like exotic prize animals.

The only thing worth going for a is ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ chance of seeing Freeway get his boogie on.