This was one of them. We rode up to this club on our silly orange bikes and the doorman was giving us the death stare for about 5 minutes before he let us in. Turns out, the place was full of with stern-faced hippies rocking out and trippin' out to classic rock. We met 2 really wasted German girls who asked us if we were lesbians.
Then we moved onto Icon which was much more our style... underground (literally), young people, and a great DJ. Even though it was an electro club, Gayleem asked them if they would play hip hop or reggae. The only thing the DJ had was a reggae-fied version of Elanor Rigby.
The next night, upon the recommendation of our Danish DJ friend, Alex, we checked out a club called Tresor. I wish I photographed the outside of this place. Imagine a multi-level dance complex inside of Costco.