Not the small, intimate atmosphere I had expected. - I did not think this show was an intimate performance. I understood: “… there were no bad seats.” There were at least 3 tour buses at the entrance and I think fare to say hundreds of people in the room. Not how I interpret intimate in this context. Less than 20 people came to the event by independent modes of transportation and were seated 40 minutes after the people on the buses. We were all seated on the lower level. The only time I saw the feet at work during the show was when the performer danced on a table on the stage. IMHO the draw of Flamenco is the intense foot work, which I did not get to see from my seat.

Venue needs some work - The dancers were probably amazing. We didn't really know since we never saw anything below the waist and as you probably know, the footwork is a big part of the flamenco experience. I would not recommend getting 'just the show' tickets. We were seated in what we thought were nice seats on the main aisle. Unfortunately, huge bus loads of people came in well after the show started and were seated in front of us. Once they were seated, half of them popped up to walk in front of us to go to the bathrooms. Then numerous people walked in front of us to get their drink orders, and later to deliver drinks. We literally saw none of the first half hour of the show. The people who purchased tickets with the meals seemed to have better seats so maybe they enjoyed it. We finally walked out half way through the show. Very disappointed as we were really looking forward to this experience. This has nothing to do with the show, and everything to do with how they ran the venue.

I hope there is better - Would not recommend. I felt this was an amateur show. There was no continuity with the performance. Performers were on stage talking among themselves as if they were figuring out what to do next. There were blackout curtains in the back that did not block out all the sun, hence leaving sun rays shining into our eyes. Which is obviously very distracting. What an unfortunate experience.