It was a bit after 9pm in late February when I walked up to the door guy, who looked at me and asked how many drinks I'd had that night. I told him none - the truth. He asked again, as if incredulous. This should have been a clue.
He waved me in, but toward the exit.
I went in, and ordered a beer at the first bar by the door. The bartender was nice and helpful, as I didn't recognize some of the beers; he made a recommendation and I paid and went further in.
This place has lots of different rooms so I slowly explored the various rooms and spaces - some with dancing, some with people talking, and some with both going on. I noticed people wearing versions of uniforms and insignia and the word "Vakt" which my phone told me means "guard" in Swedish and Norwegian.
I stopped in a room with people talking and dancing and decided to check my phone. One of the Vakt came and stood near, and after a few minutes walked up to me and said: "It's time for you to go, now."
I told her I didn't understand what she meant, so she said "walk outside so you can hear me." We went through a door into a quieter hallway and she said it again, and said I'd had too much to drink. By then I'd drunk half to of the one and only beer I'd bought, which I told her and said I didn't understand: I'm American, first time here, so can you help me understand why you say that? "You need to understand me." Yes, that's what I'm asking, for you to help me understand why you're ordering me out of the bar for having too much to drink when what I've had to drink is most of this beer." She said I wasn't "standing right" and pantomimed weaving. (I don't think I was, but I do tend to rock back and forth when I'm standing and concentrating on something, especially while music is playing, so I said) "Oh, I see. I'm a physician so I now understand what you're saying. Again, I've had just this beer, I'm nowhere near intoxicated. What you saw me doing is normal for me. I see that you don't believe me, but that's the case." "Drink some water, then. It's free at the bar." "Ok, so you don't believe me, but now I'm not being kicked out?" "Drink some water."
So I did. She stuck around so it was easy for me to show her that I was following her direction. She still never left sight of me after that, so I left after another 10-15 minutes or so, but by then I was curious to see how the guy at the door interacted with other people coming in. Groups of young white people got what appeared to be perhaps a cursory question before being waved in. A couple who were obviously not white seemed to get a much more thorough screening, including what appeared to be demands for more than just regular ID since I saw them going through their wallets to show the guard something. An older male couple were stopped by the guy, spoke for a bit and then left without going in. Since I wasn't close enough to hear and don't speak enough Swedish to understand, I could only surmise they were surprised and unhappy based on facial expression, tone and body language.
I went back to my hotel, quite disappointed in the experience.
I waited quite some time before submitting this review for several reasons: 1) I don't like leaving negative reviews because sometimes a person or a business just has a bad day; 2) the more I thought about it the angrier and more disappointed I became, so I wanted to wait to make sure my review was fact based, rather than an angry reaction. 3) As a Black American, I don't know how it could have been more overt, but I want to leave room for some unanticipated cultural difference. That last one is pretty thin though, since I have had friendships with Swedes for decades, and made new friends while there.
Still, as I read others' reviews of similar experiences, it does not look good. The reviews indicate a pattern. Hence, I cannot recommend this establishment to anyone, but especially people of color and/or people older than what appears to be the target demographic. It's too bad. read more