Six

I miss 6 and can’t wait for the new spot to open up. I know that they are going to be rocking it hard. I spent many a good nights in this perfect combination of Scottsdale sheek, great drinks, good times and good music.
You are missed 6, but it is time for a new approach to an old Scottsdale gem. The bar that truly changed the way that Old Town did bars!

Thank god it’s closed. My boyfriend once caught a guy trying to reach into my purse while I was making my way through the crowd. Another guy then straight up asked him if he knew where he could get blow, as he was from out of town and just ran out. That was our first and last visit.

Seriously peeps… a country boy like me… I’ve experienced SOOOOOO-​MUCH better than this posh glory hole.
Met the «decorator»… not impressed.
Chatted with a couple of the servants… not impressed.
Had a couple of libations… Not impressed.
This place is Pedestrian.

Listen, I COULD have danced here… The night I went I thought the DJ was actually spinning pretty well. We danced a little bit but I kept getting weird looks from the collar-​popped meat heads next to us (who weren’t dancing). Their looks were saying to me, «You mean you’re dancing… without a female ass parked up in your crotch? What the hell are you doing?!»
Douchyness abounds. CK1 is heavy in the air. Drinks are expensive and even though we had bottle service, our waitress was over at the other table flirting most of the time. Oh, and she didn’t know how to make anything.

Oh Scottsdale nightlife, how I love thee. Even though I treat you like a child with a divorce, coming to see you every twice a month on the weekends.
It would be nice that the dim lighting was turned up one more notch. It’s obnoxiously way too dark. Shuffling through the crowd with the bar in sight its like that scene in Entrapment with Catherine Zeta-​Jones. Yes, you know the one. Nice!
Next, if you have anything to say save it or learn Navy Seal hand signs because it’s almost next to impossible to have a conversation. So, discuss on where you’re going to next before you go in.
Its just the weekend that this place sucks my left ball… the right one gets so jealous. During the week, they do their best impression of a Biltmore Lounge.

Been going to 6 since it opened. Always gave it thumbs up because it was always classy and you meet some cool people in there. Especially during the week.
BUT in the last year or so it has taken a nose dive. Yeah sure it packed, with the population growth this area has seen in the last 5 years any club in the Stetson rd area will be packed.
The lighting in there sucks, it’s so hard to see who you are talking to. The DJ’s typically play the same stuff all the other clubs do, so it basically the flavor of the month. I like clubs who have balls to play something totally different.
If something changes soon they may hold their good rating but for now I got to go low.

SIX is not the greatest club, actually its not really a club its more a lounge, i have given up on all the scottsdale clubs now that i’m a bit older, but if i do go to old town SIX and PCL and maybe Crown Room are the few places i would go.
The crowd has changed alot since 4 – 5 years ago, but this is evident all over scottsdale.
I would recommend sunday night or wendsday night, when they play old school hip hop music its also a great time.

Ew. Everyone and everything. Every single time I go here it reminds me to stay the F outta Scottsdale.
I must stress that it’s not 6’s fault. Its just that every single miserable person inside 6 kind of sucks. Everyone always looks so unhappy and hateful. Bitches are clocking you left and right. The bottle service chicks always act so bothered to pour you a drink. The dudes look kind of like chicks.
Actually the doormen are always really nice here. I’m surprised at how professional and courtesous they are. The bartenders are pretty on point too.
Oh. and I always see at least one person I know — and HATE here. Which is kind of awesome. Maybe I like to hate too.
Good thing I’m getting too old for this place. Play nice kiddies because mommy ain’t coming back.

I have only been there once for like 20 minutes. First off the door man was really rude and just gave me the «what are you dumb» look because it was my first time there and I didn’t really understand their door procedure. As if it’s easy to figure out anywhere on which side of like 12 red ropes are the appropriate ones.
The crowd seemed kind of dead to me when I was there. They were playing awesome music though. Nobody was dancing. Oh well, I guess you don’t do that at Six. But what am I supposed to do? I can’t sit down and I’m not one to just stand and stare really.
I might have stayed a little while longer if my friends weren’t so over it. Maybe next time? Not sure if there will be a next time.

Ok, I was reading the reviews of Six before I had to go there (emphasis on the words HAD TO) for an event this past Thursday. So, I was prepared to expect, well, nothing really.
Six is not my kind of bar/​lounge, but I didn’t find it that bad! Did I feel a little judged? Of course. But I guess i was still expecting a little more from this place. If I wasn’t with a bunch of people that I knew, I think I would have been a little bored.
And yes, the best thing about this bar is the bathrooms. I had to say it. I loved that when somebody was done, there was somebody there to sanitize it. I was a little freaked out though, because what is those doors didn’t work… it was in my head for the few minutes I was in there.
Maybe I went there on not a so bad night. It wasn’t packed (it was Valentines Day and all) and mostly everybody there was my age…(ahem…late 20’s/early 30’s) I probably won’t go there again, only if I had to. But if I really had to go to the bathroom while in that area, I would go back in for sure.

One star for: The Company (meaning, my friends, not the elusive Firm in the Firm with Tom «Scientology» Cruise)
One Star for: the cool fish in the fishtank Lauren and I enjoyed.
If I could flush Six down the toilet, I would.
I mean, I understand why Kristin S. loves this place-​it is so over the top and cheap for being so «chi-​chi», you just have to laugh and take it for what it is-​a poseur.
Well, the laughs end for a lot of reasons:
1) Mr. K, what the hell was wrong with the wait staff? And Stevey was right-​it was the WORST billing experience I have had ever in my paying for a tab life. No exaggeration. It plummeted a shitty experience to the sewage system. And they kept charging us for a fat tire they didn’t even have in stock!
2) You def. needed to have ingested coke to «enjoy» the music.
3) The crowd was so sad.
4) I don’t have much more to add to this review. I have given up hope on humanity… but not on my Tempe 12 Girl calendar!!!

All the 47-​year old men in the joint wearin’ sportcoats hangin’ out with your beers waiting to catch some hot young tail which won’t even happen but you’re still lingering around anyway in an awkward looking sausagefest — raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!»
To the endless video loop of the Tempe 12 Girls trying to figure out how to best flaunt their mamms for their calendar photo shoots like ohmygawdtheresnowaythatIwillnotbechosenforKipWinge­rscomebackvideo — raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!»
To the dumbfuck DJ who thinks spinning 15 seconds of every song from the 80’s and 90’s into some megamix is like cool but it’s actually more akin to the sonic equivalent of Sybil, raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!»
All our servers who were kind of friendly but more like passengers on that UFO named USS Space Cadet that you see on top of the Space Age Lodge restaurant while driving through Casa Grande because you couldn’t get ANYTHING right nor understand what we were saying as if we were of a different species altogether, like as if we were human and you were the green hoochie that Captain Kirk got together with in Star Trek — raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!» (if you can)
All those single bathroom stalls where the door doesn’t become opaque unless you lock it all the way but I’m sure the ploy here is that as the night goes on and people get more and more drunk, girls will come in and maybe haphazardly lock the door but not all the way but they don’t care because they have to pee so hard so they’re sitting on the throne and watching people walk by and think that «Ohmygodit’slikeaonewaymirrorthat’ssocool!» but then they notice that guys are now just standing there and converging on the other side of the door looking right at them and all of a sudden the drunk girls realize that the door is not a one-​way-​mirror at all but… — raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!»
To my Unilocal companions who made all that was Six completely tolerable and proved the point that whatever the case may be with a semi-​retarded-​but-​really-​cool-​looking Scottsdale venue, if you’re in good company, you’ll still have a great time — raise your hands up in the air and say «What! What!»
And scene.

I really want to like Six more than I did, but I determined it wasn’t for me when I realized I was ignorant of the Six restroom culture and customs. Excuse moi.
It had nothing to do with the Tempe 12 calendar babe celebration going on — which, with the titillating (no pun intended) video in the background, was pretty to look at, the pervy sausage fest who were early, or the textbook Old Town Scottsdale drones afraid to take group party photos for Stephy S.
I’m always up for a place like Six when my lady friends want a night on the town. I love slick ultra-​lounge spaces like this complete with my favorite Barcelona chairs and a fancy encased aquarium, but it didn’t quite deliver for me. We somehow lucked out with a VIP table because we were super early, I’m sure.
WEAK:
* I had a few of the French/​sweet potato fries the group ordered, and perhaps because I’m used to the fries at Delux, I thought they completely sucked donkey balls.
* The restrooms are kind of rad. There are a half dozen private loos with clear glass doors that become opaque when you lock the door. Apparently those are all unisex until a certain time when they’re reserved for women, even when there aren’t any around. At that point all the guys in the joint have to squeeze into one bathroom. I was chased from going in to one of the bathroom (with no women around) by a bathroom attendant and schooled on the system. Not cool.
* Service was great until the billing situation was bungled and left people in our party confused on who was paying what, who was overcharged, etc.
Even though it’s not exactly my scene, I would come back on a weeknight (never a weekend). It’s not my cup of tea, but I can appreciate an upscale Scottsdale lounge when I see one… go with the right people and I’m sure you can have a good time, here or anywhere for that matter.
And oh yes, congratulations on your calendar page Lauren. You’re famous.

What not to do while trying to get into a hip happenin (please note major sarcasm there) Scottsdale club after a few too many drinks and a sassy streak running on full steam by stephy s.
Me: «Ohhhh shit, are we goin’ to da cluuuuuhb? Awwwhhh yeeeahhh!!!»
(Walks up to door guy who we’ll call Aggroman to protect identities of big headed ego inflated jackasses)
Me: «Hey, I like your emblem!»
Aggroman: «What.»
Me: «Your emblem (reaching out to tap gold emblem on macho man’s blazer whilst giggling like the smart ass drunk girl I am)»
Aggroman: «ID.»
Me: «Jeez, was just saying I liked your broach, sheeesh.»
Aggroman: (visibly aggro and motioning me in) «Go.»
Me: (under my breath, which probably was rather loud) Dang, isn’t this Scottsdale, what up with the attitude??? This ain’t LA, shiiiiiiit (clearly I think I’m from the hood now with my gansta speak)
Inside da cluuuuub what do we find? Well sadly, not nearly enough scantily clad sluts. I mean, I go to clubs for one reason and one reason only… sluts, hoochies, hood rat hood rat hoochie mamas and this place was strikin out big time. It did, however offer up a fun variety of cougars and possums, though! This gave me some hope as I was also told earlier in the evening that Scottsdale has, per capita, the highest number of Sugar Daddy’s in the nation, so let’s face it, I wanted to meet one of those too. Hey, why not, it was Wednesday after all and I was staying at the Valley HO! :)
After striking out in the Sugar Daddy and slut categories, I decided to entertain myself by taking camera phone pictures of random girls dancing, but apparently people are too cool to pose for fun pics like this. My theory is that Girls Gone Wild killed it for everyone! Thanks a lot Joe Francis! Whatever. I got a shot of a half nekkid girl dancing anyway, so there.
Moral of the story. Don’t take me out to da cluuuuhhhb. The end. :)

Oh Good Lord Baby Jesus. How I loath clubs like these … nothing againts this place … just the genre in general.
I was there REALLY early but there were so few «ladies» and the guys for the most part looked like middle aged tools desperate for a date.
Then again, perhaps a large part of it may have had something to do with the party in celebration of a calendar of Big Ten college girls in swimsuits (how novel!).
This is EXACTLY why Scottsdale is … well … Scottsdale.

If youre feeling particulary wealthy and trendy, grab your birkin bag and head into Six.
What do you guys do that you thought Six was a cheap night out? Maybe you were drinking well vodka (GASP) or something but when I go there (despite last weekend when we had a table and bottle service, DEFINITELY the way to go there, thanks CJ!!), I break the effing bank on peach martinis. Six is known for them and the little gem of a peach gummy candy at the bottom of your glass which screams at you to buy more $ 11 martinis. Eeek. Quit bossing me around peach gummy. Grrrr.
If your sugar daddy of the hour isnt whining about feeding you drinks, you’ll have a great time at Six. Weekends are packed so bring your patience, and your size Large bladder because waiting in line for the bathroom is a bitch. Once you get in there, they are nice… trendy with frosted windows, but the girls end up waiting forEVER while guys breeze right on in. Annoying.
The music is good, the clientele is top notch Scottsdale and VIP service is flawless.

Six always ends my nights out in old town, and it usually goes a little something like this:
Stingray
Drift
Suede
PCL
Six
home
For some reason, my friends and I have an adversion to staying in one location longer than a couple of hours, and at 2am when the lights come back on, 98% I’m standing in the middle of Six. It’s a dark, sexy looking place where the music is always good, you’re going to run into people you know (whether you want to or not — always good for some drama) and yeah, the drinks are pricey but not by Scottsdale standards. I love six and you will too. Girls, go through the back entrance and guys, try there too, it’s easier than you think.

«Sugar free Red Bull. Do you have that?»
«Uh yeah»
«Sugar free?»
«Yes»
“Can you mix that with Vodka?”
«Of course»
«Sugar free Red Bull with vodka.»
«OK»
(2 minutes later)
«Shit, Heather, I can’t find where to sign my name. Where do I sign it? Where?»
«Right there»
«Where? I don’t see it. Just sign it for me»
«OMG I’m not forging your signature that could get me in trouble.»
(Sigh).
Apart from the annoying clientelle who think they just invented the most popular clubbing drink ever, Six is a pretty sweet place. A nice middle ground between a cocktail lounge and a dance club, we found the staff to be friendly, the prices reasonable, and the food and drink to be absolutely delicous. I left wishing we had something like this is Seattle — gives your the opportunity to just chill and eat/​drink or dance if you’re feeling up to it. Having a staff that didn’t treat you like a high schooler was a great icing on the cake.

Eh.
From the perspective of a non-​clubber, Six is ok.
I actually really like the setup and the music has its good nights, but I’ve always found the staff to be less than helpful. They are mostly huge dudes that focus on crowd control, but I’ve been there a handul of times and have seen them push people around more than is necessary.
I would much rather go to Six than Suede or Axis, but would prefer somewhere like Mickey’s or Drift than any of those.

Six is one of Old Town’s trendiest spots. It’s usually packed– sometimes a bit too packed and it can be hard to get from point a to point b. There’s a dress code for guys and a cover charge on some nights I believe.
They don’t have a designated dance floor, so you either have to dance in place or just forgo it all together.
The bathrooms are pretty cool, but there’s only 4 or 5 for both guys and girls, so that means there’s usually a long line. The bathroom doors frost over when locked and remain see-​through when unlocked. So be careful to lock yours or everyone waiting outside will get a show.