I don’t want to know how much money I spent there in the 90s/early 2000s. Good times.
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I don’t want to know how much money I spent there in the 90s/early 2000s. Good times.
Posted by Significant_Owl8828
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Wow. Thats a blast from the past
I had long hair and wore band t-shirts. They never ever let me in.
Nobody ever got drunk at that establishment
Definetly part of the rotation for me around the same time.
All the bar staff knew me and my friends.
Upstairs was by far the best though. I still couldn’t get the bloody dj to play blink 182 though. Sook.
Stumble out mid way through the night to maccas next door for a mcchicken in the old styrofoam container. Then charge back into it.
Ah the memories
Every Saturday night I was there
Thursday nights rolling from our evening lectures at QUT straight into City Rowers. Good times.
one of the easiest places to get into if you were underage… I started going to Rowers when I was 15
Thursday night $10 drink cards. 10 drinks for 10 bucks. Pretty sure they only poured half shots in the bourbon and cokes though
I was a cabbie at the time. Doing laps Friday and Saturday nights between there, Valley and Paddington/Caxton St.. Would rack up 600 kms in a 14 hour shift lol.
Damn that coaster is a flashback. I had many stashed in a drawer with someone’s number on them
Was alternative and got roped into going there for a hen’s night. Guy dragged a drunk girl to a chair and had her straddle him. She was like a rag doll. And fucked her right next to me. I got thrown out for freaking out to the bouncers. Was smoking a bidi cigarette and they thought I was smoking pot. Probably one of the most horrific things I’ve ever witnessed.
Once only and never went back. The goths, punks and grunge and Brit pop lads at the Mass bar were far safer.
So many memories.
I remember that We, meaning Me and My Mates had our own early 90’s style that ran against the grain of the Chambray shirt, brown belt and shoes of the time.
I’d be often found in a shirt from Chi Chi Deluxe from Elisabeth St, and a pair of Emerald Green Guess jeans and bleached blonde hair.
The bouncers could do nothing to touch us as we were part of the new gen!
We didn’t have to change for the city or the valley and had found the perfect style.
I can still smell the Midori and vomit.
Rowers was the absolute dive of the city. No one I knew ever went there on purpose, it was just where you ended up at the end of the night after all the good clubs had become boring. Rowers was the sleezy pick up area full of dropkicks. They had that weird random dress code of girls allowed in, random guys not.
Had some good end of night tunes though.
Rowers Saturday night and the Victory Sunday night. Every weekend 😅
I remember this bloody awesome woman there one night mid to late 90s from memory, a wheelchair user. Heaps of Broncos players were there and in the pool table area, which had a step down (think I’m remembering the layout right).
She kept doing laps of the place and put her arms out every time she got to the step ‘hello hot guys’ kinda way – the players obliged each time and lifted her down the step. She was having the time of her life. I feel she did 20 laps just to keep enjoying herself with the players.
I see her occasionally around town still and each time think I should share that memory with her (now that we’re both older).
I was there and witnessed, “The Chokito Incident”.
Yep. My eyes needed a Domestos flush to burn that image away.
Wasn’t a frequent visitor there, but also not a stranger.
I do remember going to a B&S ‘ball’ at dreamworld and then they bussed us all back to Rowers afterward. That was a funny old night.
Oh and there was that other club next door for a minute with a funny name and they had upside down bean bags on the ceiling.
Oh dear
Someone got stabbed there I remember
Sure…….good times……..nearly everytime I was in there a fight would break out between 2 meatheads in chambre shirts and ugly ties.
it was a critical corner of brisbane’s assault triangle.
only went a handful of times, but the last time i was there i saw shane warne, greg matthews and mike whitney covered in soul glow and ogling girls that were way too young for them.
Late 80’s they had 20 cent cocktails, with no rsa laws. Vomiting was not optional.
Plenty of times were had. Can’t say any of them were good.
Their beer was shit.
Dollar drinks before midnight. $2 basics after. Winning.