As a kid, there was nothing quite like having a treehouse to hide out in, eat candy bars, and avoid cootie-filled girls, at least until former NBA journeyman Mr. Rollins came home, stole all your Butterfingers, and shooed you out. For a nightclub bringing back what the 7th-leading all-time shot blocker took from you, get to Treehouse.
From some of the party hounds who brought you highbrow/lowbrow Heathrow, Tree's a wood-heavy nightclub in the former Groove Jet spot, and feels (somewhat) like its namesake thanks to a nostalgic vibe that's part backyard and part secret fort, so it's clearly not Laramie, as anyone worth their wagon tongues knows about that place. The first room's a "nook" with a hideaway feel, thanks to a small buttoned-leather bar, chill music, and walls lined with rough hewn pine; beyond that, the main room's got black leather stadium banquettes, more wood on the walls, harder music, and a bar that extends into the third space, a candlelit open-air enclave with dangling vines and lamps, a 5ft truck tire, and a floor made of artificial grass, so expect Marshall Faulk to get your drinks really fast. Music programming's still in being hashed out but'll be handled by the Overthrow crew, and'll likely lean underground, including edgy electronica, dark ethereal dub step, booty music, poppy mashups, and fidget house -- not to be confused with that frat with way too much access to blow.
They're open for bid-ness this Friday with a grand opening bash from 10pm to midnight, with comp cocktails and sounds by DJ Troy Kurtz and north-of-the-border duo Ess & Emm, which for Tree Rollins, stand for "S**, I'm coaching the WNBA's Mystics."