Reign Event Center — Local services in Minneapolis

Saturday’s Vault club night had some banging, genre blended edm tunes (dubstep, house, dnb), and a really friendly crowd. Security was tight and good. Metal detectors, all the good stuff. Had a good laugh with several of the security guys guarding the (mostly empty) VIP areas.

I’m an old (40s) jungalist from the UK, so was pretty surprised that there were no water stations anywhere, and bottles cost $4. Water in the bathrooms was hot. I said to the bar staff that was pretty shady, and was the sort of thing that killed people back in the 90s. Whatever, above their pay grade. Probably not their idea. Tipped them all the same.

Was definitely more surprised when at 1.30 the barman told me I had to “tone it down” after ordering a “cheap beer and water”. I did bunny ears for the “cheap”, for context. It was probably my 5th beer in 2 hours? “Tone down my dancing?” He holds out the water. I’m like, “Are you cutting me off?” He nods, and points to the water. “OK, I appreciate you upholding your policy so people don’t get too hammered and raped in a gutter.” (I literally used to be a night club supervisor and was being sincere). He goes straight to security and makes this poor security kid I’ve been chatting to all night walk me out.

So strange. Literally never had that happen to me in 18 years of raving/ clubbing. I guess the lesson is, no bunny ears at the bar? No complementing bar staff on keeping their patrons safe??? Anyway, judge for yourself if I’m too drunk now at 2.15am (edit 2.40am regarding no water stations). Shame really. Had a good...

If hell had a waiting room, it would be this club.

From the moment you step in, you’re hit with a stench that feels like a mix of stale liquor, desperation, and something that might have once been alive. The bouncers looked like they were cast straight out of a low-budget horror movie—silent, menacing, and dead-eyed. One of them actually growled at someone. Not figuratively. He growled.

Inside? Pitch-black corners that seem to move when you’re not looking, and music so loud it vibrates through your teeth like a panic attack in rhythm. People weren’t dancing—they looked possessed, like the bass had hijacked their bodies and left nothing behind but sweat and soulless stares.

I saw a rat. On the bar. The bartender just shrugged and poured another drink. The drinks? Chemical nightmares. I ordered a whiskey and coke and got something that smelled like nail polish remover and regret.

At one point, the lights cut out for five minutes and when they came back on, someone was gone. No one seemed surprised. Just… gone. Maybe they left. Maybe they didn’t.

If you’re thinking of doing business with this place—don’t. Unless you’re looking to launder money, summon spirits, or vanish without a trace.

Stay away. This isn’t a club. It’s a...

I had one of the worst experiences at a night club here. First, the reign official page posted on their story that ladies entrance is free that night. We tell that to the front ladies and they tried arguing with us saying we were wrong when we showed proof that their page posted the story. They said “that’s not our official page.” Girl, what?

When I accused them of false advertisement, their security guard next to them decided to put in his two cents and began arguing with me.

We left but came back to show them one more time that their official page posted it. That’s when they started apologizing and saying that someone mistakenly posted that on their page.

All of that drama, just for the club to have more security guards on the dance floor than girls! The place was dead. All of that fuss, to have an empty nightclub is wild. Never coming back and I’m going to for sure spread the word that Reign is not worth your time or...