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Riga, Latvia: Nightclub Data Sheets

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Here is the info you can’t find anywhere else (I really wish someone else had written this before I went). I will break down the main Nightclubs, Bars, and Restaurants in Riga, Latvia. Following this guide will prevent you from many scams and potential beatdowns. Trust me, I made almost every mistake in the book in Riga, Latvia. And yes, I do accept thank you cards.

I Love You Bar: The place was pretty heavily hyped to me by people before I went to Riga, Latvia. In my opinion, the place is pretty weesh. Every time I walked by the spot, it was dead. And I checked the place out on Friday, Saturday and some weeknights. It’s possible that this place is mindblowing at 3:30am on a Tuesday or something and I missed it, but I highly doubt it.

La Belle Époque: This place was heavily hyped also. La Belle Époque is a pretty cheap college bar, but it’s pretty wack. I would skip it unless you want a cheap beer. Minimal girls.

Skyline Bar: This is one of the supposed “crown jewels” of Riga Nightlife. Higher end scene, sweeping views of the city etc etc etc. I thought the place sucked. Mostly UK tourist fools. Expensive. Not worth it, except for the view. Which is not unusual for places known for the view.

Essential: This is the main dance club in Riga. There are a lot of fly girls here although I only stayed a few minutes (I was with a fly girl from Riga, and she wanted to stop by to see her friend). I can’t really speak on the place, but there are horror stories about rip-offs in this place.

Push: Another big club similar to Essential. I never went.

Babylon: This place has “scam” written all over it. Even from the outside. Steer clear.

Scandal: This place is dope. Decent DJ, smoking room upstairs with a second DJ, high energy and tons of fly girls.

Kalku Varti: Dope spot that kind of gets rolling late night. Definitely worth checking. No scams here.

A13: Can be a scam joint, I think, although I was never scammed here. Enter at your own risk.

Shot Bar: Heavy scam spot. Fly girls. You make the call.

Cuba Cafe: Dope spot to start off the night. Good intel from the bartender girls.

Celsjus: Younger crowd, fly girls, and possible beefs with large Russian cats. Fun spot.

Studio 69: Another big club in the Essential and Push vein. I never checked it. Only Friday’s and Saturday’s I think.

Pulkvedim Neviens Neraksta: Pretty dope spot, all locals. Cheap club that lacks a little punch. Downstairs is open on Friday’s and Saturday’s.

Blow Style: Greatest name ever for a bar/clip joint. Never rolled in, but I contemplated stepping in and getting scammed just because the name is so dope.

Guaja: Tiny cafe good for a little grind session or a double espresso.

Black Magic Bar: Place that is Black Balsam Bonkers. Seemed kind of touristy so I never stepped foot.

Milk: Local spot outside the old city. They typically don’t let tourists in. This rule did not apply to your humble author. Good on Wednesday’s.

Carpe Diem: Good restaurant for an upscale grind.

Restaurant Bergs: Located in the Hotel Bergs, this place is dope. Kaspars Jansons, who I am told is one of the hottest chefs in the Baltics, man’s the stove. It was also designed by Latvian architect Zaiga Gaile, who I am told is one of the hottest architects in the Baltics. And I went here with one of the hottest girls in the Baltics so it all worked out for me.

Fabrikas: Stoney spot on the other side of the Daugava.

Macaroni Noodle Bar: Sushi spot that a lot of Latvian girls hyped to me. Riga girls love sushi. I didn’t step to any sushi in Riga though.

Dada Restaurant: Good mid-day grind spot.

Lido: Good Latvian food.

Steakhaus: Overpriced Latvian take on a Texas steakhouse. Real weird. Not bad for a cocktail with a couple of fly Latvian girls though.

Double Coffee: Multiple locations that doesn’t only serve coffee. Decent, not great grinds. Had some fly Russian girls step to me in this place, so I can’t hate it.

That is all I can remember off the top of the dome piece (I know I am forgetting a ton of spots, mostly because I don’t speak Russian or Latvian too well, so it was hard for me to remember the names). If you have any questions about some other spots, leave a comment and it might joggle my memory cord.

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Sixth Night in Riga, Latvia: Reverse Rocky Marciano

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Finally, after a successful Succulent Youth fly Latvian girl swoop in Riga, I am finally firing punches from all angles. Even the super trippy dreams I have been having can’t slow me down.

I continue with my routine of Entering The Dragon to get ready for the beautiful evil that nighttime brings. It’s Saturday night in Riga, and I notice that the energy levels on the street are a little lower than Friday night. (Note to self, Friday is the big night in Riga.)

I need to Fuel The Dragon, so I step into a little Latvian joint and get a grind on. The bartender girl, who is of course fly, gives me some pretty good Data Sheets on where to go for the evening. I appreciate her info, as some of my Nightlife choices so far have been a little off-point.

I get a few more “warm up” drinks, spit some Street Game, help and old Latvian Lady cross the street, and head over to one of the Latvian bartender girls’ recommendations. I enter the spot, and the place is dope (I can’t believe I never noticed it before, I think it was closed earlier in the week), but I can tell I am a little early. I need to find something better so I store the spot in my gulliver and head to another spot.

I arrive at the bartender girls’ other recomendation, and the place is on. Finally, I am in a dope spot in Riga: some hip-hop tracks, tons upon tons of fly Latvian and Russian girls, an upstairs smoking room with another DJ, and did I mention tons upon tons of fly Latvian and Russian girls?

I start spitting Game with a quickness. Girls are down. I start dancing with a couple of Russian sisters, both fly, and bust out some Salsa Game to some psedo-wack Pitbull track. The Russian sisters pick up the Salsa pretty quick and ask me, “Are you a Salsa teeecher?”

My Salsa Game is getting mad tight since I was in Cartagena.

After making some rounds in the spot, I see a smooth black guy (one of the first I have seen in Riga) nod at me and I ask him, “American?”

He replies, “No mate, UK. You from America?”

I reply, “Yeah, mate. California. The beach.”

He then introduces me to some of his friends he is with. They are rolling five deep or so, and I figure it can’t hurt to have a little “insta-crew” since I keep finding myself in Karate Chop and Judo Throw situations in Riga.

His friends are all from UK and some are pseudo-Indian and Pakistani cats, and are all pretty cool. I have never hung out with any pseudo-Indian and Pakistani cats before, so its all new to me. These guys actually have some Game and are getting some girls cooking. They say they have been to Riga a bunch of times so they seem to know the score.

With a little “back up” I start doing what I do best: Swooping Fly Girls. I am feeling 120% off of my fresh swoop and Entering The Dragon session and my Game is coming real clean with no filler. Puro like Colombian Snow.

Moving from fly girl group to fly girl group, I am looking to swoop tonight. A few of the girls are so beautiful, my heart skips a beat a few times, but I am so seasoned at this stuff that I stay ice cold like a snow cone.

Outside the spot smoking some grits with some more fly Latvian girls, I notice a curious thing: A group of the Latvian girls are dying to have their pictures taken with the homeys from the UK. And they have no interest in taking a photo with me.

I ask one of the UK cats what its all about, and he says, “I think they like people with darker skin, Mate. It’s new to them I guess.”

Interesting.

We all roll back in and get back to work.

On second thought, the DJ sucks. He is playing tracks like this:

Instead of what he should be doing and spinning tracks like this:

Either way, there are still tons of fly girls in the spot. High Heels. Short Skirts. Thin. Fly.

My Game is on like Vietnam. (And I don’t mean that ETF, Market Vectors Vietnam (VNM), either).

I keep making solid, dynamic approaches, non-stop. Then I realize something: I have literally tried to swoop about 30 different girls in the spot to no avail. It’s really strange. If I am in America, and my Game is this tight, and I am feeling this good, I would have banged out two different girls by now, and back at the club ordering another Goose Soda Lime. All I have for my efforts is a couple of “loose” Number Crunches.

I kind of feel like Miguel Cotto must have felt in his fight with Antonio Margarito; I am landing clean shots, moving well and winning the fight on the cards, but I feel like I am ultimately going to end up in a bloody heap on the canvas.

Like I said before, it’s Strange.

I keep plugging away. (So to speak).

After a bunch more Game spitting sessions, I end up empty handed. By my count, I am something like 0-49 on the night. Unreal. A “Reverse Rocky Marciano”, of sorts. I literally don’t think this has ever happened to me. In my whole life.

The spot is still dope, but I ditch the UK cats and head back to the earlier spot. I need to switch up speeds like Bruce Lee riding the Fuji in that movie. It’s more on, this time.

I make a good love connection, as if my name was Chuck Woolery, with a fly Russian girl name Jekatarina. I get pseudo-stepped to by a big Russian guy, but Jekatarina helps and translates me out of another potential Karate Chop situation, and I smooth it over.

Jekatarina is pretty down, but I can’t close. She kisses me before she steps into her cab. I will have to swoop her tommorrow.

I can’t believe after one of the sickest, award winning Game performaces I have ever put on in my life, I am empty handed again.

I can only think one thing: Riga is tough.

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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
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Bars Restaurants and Nightclubs with No Cell Phone Service Move

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The Modern Day, International Playboy is wise to learn which Bars, Restaurants, and Nightclubs have no cell phone service.

The Benefits:

Recently, I was at a Charity Gig during the Summer Blitz and separated a fly Mexican Girl dip with pretty lips and hips from her amigas as we were walking to the next venue. I popped my head into this dope lounge bar that I have on lockdown and saw one of my friends spinning that ill old-school soul and hip-hop sh*t on vinyl and suggested we stop by for a drink.

This move was two-fold: 1) We could hear some dope beats and enjoy some pro-bono cocktails and 2) I knew that the lounge had no cell phone service so when the friends of the fly Mexican girls were calling, they were going straight to voicemail.

This in turn, bought me a lot of time to spit Game and Swoop. Smooth.

Another benefit of knowing “no cell phone service” places is when you take a young American “text bonkers girl” to a restaurant, you can actually enjoy your Vino and apps (and I don’t mean Iphone apps either) in peace without the girls constantly Facebooking, Tweeting, BBMing or Texting.

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Keep it moving in the nightspots like white tops.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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