Luxurious..Or Not? Personal Review of the 40/40 Club-Atlantic City

So okay by now everyone should have heard of the 40/40 club(s) owned by the "Jigga" Man himself, but it is quite clear that he doesn't run them or even visit them after they open unless you happen to be in NYC. So lets start with the mediocre excitement we(the group of people I attended with) had at attending in the first place. So we get dressed and we had to run to the gas station to get a few things....We asked one of the natives of Atlantic City where it was located and what they thought of the club... Native response "its overated and expensive for no reason, you should probably go to the Tropicana if you want to have more fun" we fell out laughing "like damn, thats how you feel about it?So nonetheless we attend anyway cuz we had to see for ourselves....We park and go to get in line which was suprisingly short (our second clue) for the 40/40 clunb A.C. While we are standing here comes this little girl (literally) who asks if we want to get a table...So me being inquisitive and no stranger to ACTUAL TABLE SERVICE I asked what they considered table service and what came with..... you pick a bottle of whatever type of liquor/beverage you would like and its a price attached. Moet $265 Remy $490 etc etc etc So we were like kool lets do it...So she took my ID and my form of payment and we by passed the extremely short line LMAO! This is where I almost got locked up...........So we go in and I am the head of the line (security was a little too friendly with parts of my body) so I already felt some type of way after being discreetly molested by "cojack" on the front door. ----sidebar BY THE WAY, you would have thought we were about to enter the Matrix with all the black trench coats, shades (at 12:30am) and earpieces the 100 door staff wore--- So I walk in first cuz I was in front of the line and I provided the form of payment and this is where my expectations fell short...way short...almost to hell short.... when you walk in the door you walk right on the dance square, because there is no floor, it has the feeling of a warehouse or maybe a ware-shack. So we follow her to the steps that lead to the alleged VIP section. She leads us to the "table" which happens to be some miniature ottamans/ottomans (sp?) that were quite IKEA like AND NOT TO MENTION THAT SHE HAD TO ASK A PATRON TO REMOVE HIS ASS FROM ONE OF THE OTTOMANS that we already "paid" for. Livid was not even the word to use. I am someone that frequents upper level events, functions, and establishments and for what you pay and what they offer I damn near cussed homegirl out. Instead I politely said if this is what we get for THAT amount of money then No, Thank you, what is the next option? So she tried to explain the concept of a "swing seat" in a noisy club...after 2 attempts I just said show me...She pointed, they were cute, so I asked how many do we get...SHE REPLIED "1"....I had enough...I came in with "4" people and she was offering ONE seat. So I said you know what, give me my ID and my money i'm not even about to entertain this. This ____________(insert whatever explitive you prefer) had the nerve to say well you bypassed the line. I looked at her and said thats fine we'll leave. -----sidebar BYPAST THE LINE, YOU MEAN THE 5-8 PEOPLE THAT WERE IN FRONT OF US--- But back to the regularly scheduled program: To say the least I am thoroughly disgusted with the 40/40 Club Atlantic City, and I will say you can enter at your own risk....I am not sure what you are used to or how you define luxury but that was sooooooooooooooo not a place I would frequent