Barbarella

This place used to be my favorite! We used to go every Friday night because it was 80s night and the music was insanely fun to dance too. I'm an old 32-year-old lady now so I don't go out at all, but I definitely reminisce about the good times I had here. 10/10

I've lived in austin for 13 years. This is by far the best place to head out to on a Tuesday night for Tuesgayz. Best music, best DJ. My friends and I always dance our butts off. Always a night to remember. There's an outdoor patio that is very large and connects to swan dive which is also an awesome bar and venue. The clientele on Tuesdays at barbarella are always an eclectic group of people. All inclusive and lovers of dancing, fun and music. There is no food offered here but always plenty of options on the street. During and after hours.

It's always a fun time for a sloppy night out. It's a classic and prices are good, vibes are high. My only negative would be sometimes I'd personally play different music. And sometimes 80s music gets old not everyone is in the mood for it all the time aka me

Barbarella is exactly the kind of nightlife I'd been craving on the trip out to Austin. Off the craziness of Sixth Street, people pack onto the main floor to dance the night away. This was the ending spot for the first night of trek: we got in a few minutes after ten and beat the cover, staking out some prime space on the floor for an 80s night. Drinks are pretty cheap and the bartenders are friendly. Need a change in scenery and vibe? There's a patio out back playing clubbier music. The one gripe? The bouncers will do whatever they can to squeeze money out of people getting in. Popping out front for some air (and passing the bouncers on the way out), we were told we needed to pay the full cover to get back in. A minute or two of negotiation got us back without shelling out the fee

Door guy refused my ID even though it's a legitimate "real ID" issued by the State Department of California of course when I asked another doorman if they had a scanner that would resolve this issue they didn't have any so they're truly depending upon outdated criteria to check State ID's in the capital of Texas ( a place full of transplants and tourists) then he proceeded to explain it was because I didn't "look like I was from Austin" duh my ID clearly states California, but incidentally I was the only Black person in line so he was insinuating Black people don't live in Austin, Texas. As someone who works in the entertainment industry I was only there to meet / scout a potential artist but that turned me off completely. Im disgusted by his remarks and lack of professionalism at such a venue. If you are not white you will not be welcomed here!

First time coming here and it was a lot of fun! They had a listening party for Beyoncé's Renaissance album which was really cool and the music was loud. They had a good size dance floor and a couple of stages for people to stand on. Unfortunately I never got a drink but I heard they were cheap and really good!

Every Tuesday is a holiday in here! I've been going to Tuesgayz for about 2 years and I love it! Every Tuesday this club turns into a gay club and oh boy do people show up and show out for this. My one and only gripe is they let way too many people in here like you can't walk at all!! That may be the gaaaag! Everyone is sweaty and nasty I love it muahahaaaOooh it's really a place to dance until you can't anymore which is never for my gang!! I just know Im a big fabulous gay man trapped in a straight woman's body. This place helps me cope with that lol.

The door person is a complete ball of negative energy. The amount of times they've been rude if you don't tip them 30% for stamping your wrist. Girl get a new job and be nicer

I got roofied here in november. My keys were stolen and whoever did it also followed me home and stole my car. If you care at all about your safety, go somewhere else.

Sadly I found out the hard way that the bad reviews about the bouncers are true. Ironically, I was only looking to kill 30 or so minutes at this place while waiting for a (much better) after hours venue to open. 20 of those minutes ended up being absorbed by an excruciating slow-moving line. Finally, I get to the bouncer - mid twenties probably, white dude with long brown hair down to his shoulders or so - who glared suspiciously at my New York ID (earliest appointment at the DMV was four months out! Thanks Texas), then asked me my address. I hesitated for a moment because I wasn't sure if it would be more or less "suspicious" to try to explain I'd moved recently and ask whether he was literally asking for my address, or just to read what was on the ID. So I just recited what was on the ID - impeccably, obviously. He seemed to ponder for a moment, then told me I was "wobbling" and that I won't be getting in tonight. It seemed like he was fishing around for a reason to reject - the apparent fake ID check or whatever didn't pan out, so he conjures up this wobbling story. So yeah, to anyone out there who rocks on their feet while waiting impatiently to get your dance on, beware that apparently this is an excuse to not let you in. Even if you are well-dressed and otherwise seem well to do (though your luck may rise if you are not a single guy like I was and are accompanied by a harem of women or something). I don't usually like choosing a single bad experience to write a review, but while I'm here I might as well also point out some other bad experiences unique to this place. God forbid the bouncers should ever be around when you need them to address a *legitimately* drunk and belligerent person on the dance floor. It'll be left to you and your other male friends to form a human shield around the women in your group to head off the obnoxious and ongoing creepery. But fear not, you will see the bouncer eventually - or rather, the beam of their flashlight, directed straight into your eyeballs at 1:50 while shaking a trash can at you impatiently, rolling their eyes as you try to hurriedly finish the drink that you paid for with your hard earned money. A truly bizarre policy and rude, buzz-killing implementation, never seen anything like at any other venue Austin or in New York. Oh, and the DJs suck, check out The Cut after hours next door for actual music.So anyway, had I not yelled "I'm leaving a bad Yelp review!", much to the amusement of the other would-be patrons, in a ditch effort to maintain some level of pride on the way out, maybe I wouldn't of bothered. But I promised one, dammit, so here it is. Hope it's useful.