You’re Paying Too Much for Bottle Service: Bookabottle Can Help

110826788 Youre Paying Too Much for Bottle Service: Bookabottle Can Help

La Pomme.

Thomas Monson, the founder of Bookabottle, met The Observer at midnight on a corner of Union Square in a black two-door BMW. He leaned a dress sneaker against the door, drumming his fingers on his knee and listened  to opera by the blue light of a third-party stereo system. This was actually very much in keeping with our expectations—on the website’s FAQ, the people behind the company site are described as “a group of Ivy League nerds that like to party.”

“I’m not a nightlife person,” Mr. Monson said as he pointed the car west through the rain. Next to him sat Seung Hee Kim, a very attractive woman in a short skirt and wellies. The FAQ phrase is more about the spirit in which the site was created, he said. “I don’t like going out. Like right now I really just want to go to sleep, and Friday for me is a crazy day because I literally do a 22-hour day on Friday, every single Friday.”

It was perhaps inevitable, in the Groupon era, that the frenzy for local discount sites would infect the nighclub bottle service business. Bookabottle works like this: Users select a day and a preferred environment (“upscale lounge” vs. “nightclub”), and Bookabottle allows them to pick from some 30 venues and a variety of liquors. Pre-booking means that bottles that usually cost around $350 can be had at a 20 percent discount. The purchaser then flashes his receipt at the bouncer, bypassing the line outside.

It’s a controversial concept. If you’ve ever had to watch a friend explain that you can actually save money with bottle service if you get enough people to go in on the bottle, you’ve experienced Bookabottle’s somewhat tragic contradiction first-hand. And quite possibly lost contact with that friend.

Mr. Monson is confident that there’s a large market for the customer who wants to make it rain responsibly, and at a designated time, and, more broadly, wants to change the very nature of going out. Mr. Monson is obsessive about customer service, and raises his voice only when he talks about the seedier elements of nightlife. At times he projects the air of a dorm’s RA, who, hey, guys, likes to have fun too, but just wants everybody to be safe while they’re at it.

At some point in the night, a customer service representative will swing by to check up on each customer. Ms. Kim usually handles this duty, Mr. Monson explained, because customers are around 80 percent male and would “much rather be greeted with a beautiful woman” when it comes to customer service. Ms. Kim stared out the window during the compliment, and after it.

“I stay up until about four just in case there are any issues,” he said. “[Ms. Kim] has my phone number, the mangers have my phone number, the customers have my phone number.” He demurred on the topic of what goes wrong at 4 a.m., referencing hypothetical mischarges. “For the most part things run very smoothly, but we’re still in this beta stage where I still haven’t gotten things perfect, and not to say that everything will ever be perfect, but we can do a lot better than what’s going on right now in nightlife.”

It’s hard to say what exactly appealed to Mr. Monson about the first stop of the evening, La Pomme on 26th, which seems like a fairly standard nightclub and shares the block with two barbeque restaurants and a place that teaches Israeli martial arts. Nostalgia perhaps—the room is purplish and glossy in the way things were on TV shows at the end of the ’90s.

“We booked the bottle service because one of our girls is engaged,” said Bookabottle user Reno, a tiny woman in a tight dress who falls in the just-under-30 age range. She waved at the group of friends dancing in place around their table. The shin-height table held their liter of Ketel One and chasers. “It’s a pretty good deal.”

“She’s taken, she’s taken!” one of the friends shouted, trying to wave the Observer away. Reno shot her a look.

“We don’t even do bottle service much, but we do party a lot and we were looking on-line, and we saw this stuff it was like, Ah, Bookabottle what’s that?” said Reno (her name comes from Indonesia, not the place where you shoot men just to watch them die). They’re regulars at R-Bar, but this was their first time at La Pomme. “We wanted to try this place out. We go all over the place, our girls do, and we party a lot.”

How frequently?

“Once a month,” she said, then considered. “In the summertime, we go out every weekend. Especially on rooftops, because it gets too hot.”

“Exactly!” her friend Helena agreed. She’d scooted around the miniature table because she heard someone discussing partying, or discounts. “I’m Yelper,” she said. “I do a lot of research, I try to save money. I’m Chinese, so I’m cheap, but I like to spoil myself.”

The conversation transitioned, seamlessly, to the women trying to convince the Observer to take a shot. Other members of the party, who’d been otherwise involved in bounce-dancing or chatter, fell into the chant almost reflexively.

“Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots,” they said. The Observer said and did nothing, and the chant died down.

The Observer piled back into the BMW with Mr. Monson and Philip Kennard, the site’s CTO and co-founder, who’d met us at La Pomme. Ms. Kim had been waiting in the back seat.

Mr. Monson used to be a business vice president at Hopstop—at his insistence, let’s just say he’s around 30—and, he explained, there are some things about nightlife that he doesn’t understand. He goes out of his way to pick the clubs with only the finest reputation and the most stellar customer service around, so who would want to go anywhere else? Conversely, what club could turn down the guaranteed market he’s offering when the mark-up is already so obscene on a $40 bottle of Grey Goose?

“If you know that you can sell your inventory, and you’re not making a 1500 percent markup but you’re still making a 1200 percent markup, common sense says do it,” Mr. Monson said, pounding the wheel with a palm on the last two words. He is, he explained, an “entrepreneur down to the bone.” This is not his only venture, but he clearly thinks it’s among his more promising ones. He says there have been several hack attempts on the site and his email, in an attempt to steal his business model. He’s lost 40 pounds developing it.

Ms. Kim also decided to wait in the car at R-Bar, just below Houston. R-Bar is supposed to be strip club-themed—there are enough oddly placed poles to wear out even the most space-creative ecdysiast—but with its red lighting and gold-framed paintings, the an overall effect of the place is “Haunted Mansion meets an erection.” The waitresses, and the manager, all wear red t-shirts.

We found the shaved-bald Bookabottle customer Sanjay not far past the entryway stripper poles. He gave his friend Anup’s shoulder a hearty slap.

“He just settled down a little,” Sanjay said. “But this man here was single-handedly supporting the New York nightlife industry for a while. He was far more notorious that I was.”

Both were a-bit-over-30. Anup looked left and right out of humility. “My doctor said I need to calm down!” he said.

“He also just got married recently,” Sanjay said. “That’s the big reason. And my girlfriend’s leaving me so I’m going to start going out more.”

He added, “It’s a mutual understanding. I’m just not the guy she wants to spend the rest of her life with.”

Their cramped table was only a few steps from the bar, making its convenience factor low, but they’d attracted a few friendly females, including another bride-to-be, this one in a veil, wearing a ring with a flashing plastic jewel. She said she wasn’t sure whose table this was.

The two work in finance (“Don’t mention that too loudly because we’re not a very popular bunch right now,” Anup said seriously. “We’re having fun but nobody’s asked me what I do for a living. As long as I get them drinks, things seem fine.”) They weren’t attracted to Bookabottle for the discount, then, but for its guaranteed entry.

“You know how it is with New York City nightlife,” Anup said. “You’d have to know the bouncer who would let you in and you’d have to sort it out with them. This way you don’t have to worry about the hassle because Bookabottle is at the club beforehand. If your bouncer’s on vacation or whatever you don’t need to worry about that shit.”

It’s important to keep the glamour in perspective, Mr. Monson said repeatedly. “It’s so easy to get sucked into nightlife, if you’re working in that business.”

This was on an earlier phone call, where he’d dropped the RA act to adapt the tone of a burned-out rocker. “The second you forget the party is not yours is when things start to go wrong.” If he ever seemed tempted by the nightlife game himself it was at Cielo in the Meatpacking District, which has a great reputation in nightlife “the same way Goldman Sachs has a great reputation in finance,” he said.

After a businesslike frisking by the giant manager George, Mr. Monson and The Observer entered the club to stand at the back of the room as green lasers scanned just above head-level. The walls were some kind of gray leather upholstery, segmented like an airline seat, or a padded room. George sidled up and crossed his arms, indicating the DJ, someone famous to people who follow that kind of thing. There were no customers here. Mr. Monson just wanted The Observer to see the place.

“My goal is to go through life completely unnoticed and unspoken of,” the Cornell grad said later, growing philosophical as he drove The Observer to the A train around 2:30. “Ultimately I hope to end up somewhere completely isolated, maybe in Montana or something.”

At the subway, he asked that Ms. Kim step out of the car so that The Observer could see her wellies. They’re part of his latest venture Zoubaby.com, which offers a patented way to monogram rain boots.

 

Update 3:40 p.m. Corrected Mr. Kennard’s title, and added his name.

Comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    hahaha.  LOVE the bankers.

    I’m torn on the idea.  On the one hand, who pays for bottle service unless they have a rush of hormones associated with possible sex, preferably with a model?  On the other hand, nothing kills a stalk sesh like getting turned away at the door.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I’ve never seen a less-commenty bunch of readers.  No one had a reaction to this?  Man up.

    1. Frank Denbow says:

      Agree! I’m gonna try this out sometime.

  3. yay says:

    i didnt realize cornell was considered an ivy nowadays… 

  4. Yawn says:

    lets be honest…a club that has to give you a 50% discount on a bottle is probably not a club worth going to. And the people that need 50% off in order to go to the club are definitely not the people you want to be hanging with in the club either…horrible branding move on the clubs part

    1. Anonymous says:

      Every brand eventually monetizes the brand.  Destroying it in the process, true, but you can’t eat intangible value.