This is what you get when you rely upon the view of a Michigan fan. For shame. Allow a different picture to be painted by an Ohio State fan. The bar scene at UVA was great, and there was no drop-off from the drunken undergraduate days in Columbus.
I, too, attended many parties at UVA, as I did my graduate studies there. But I did slip away from time to time to some of the local establishments that served adult beverages. I will break them down by region. This was for the timeframe of 2001-04.
North Grounds: Sloan's, BW3s, Tokyo Rose, Damon's (no longer there), the Tavern.
The Corner: The Virginian, Three (formerly Jaberwoke, forermly the Greenskeeper), the Biltmore, Buddhist Biker Bar, Coupe de Ville's, Michael's Bistro, Orbit, Baja Bean, Mellow Mushroom, Amigo's, O'Neill's Irish Pub, St. Maarten's Cafe.
Off-corner: Wild Wing Cafe, Continental Divide, Star Hill Brewery, Down Under, Wild Wing Cafe, Northern Exposure, West Main, Durty Nellies.
Downtown: Miller's (Dave Matthew's spot before making it big), Blue Light Grill, South Street Brewery, Bang, Rapture, Club 216, Zocalo, and many of the restaurants also had good bars, like Escafe, Mono Loco, the Downtown Grille, etc.
There were also dive bars in and around the Fashion Square Mall and Pantops areas. Also, chain restaurants like Chili's, Applebees, etc. had some good happy hour deals (like free appetizers and cheap beers, important to poor students).
As for Club 216. I did have an occasion to go there once, at the direction of my then-girlfriend, in a group of friends celebrating the end of finals. Basically, Club 216 is the only after-hours bar in Charlottesville. When the bars have last call at 1:30 a.m., and kick everyone out by 2:00 a.m., you can then go to Club 216. Club 216 was technically a "private" club, so they continued to serve alcohol late into the night, the theory being that a club member could bring in a bottle of vodka, and could then drink from it for the night. It was about a 50:50 ratio of gays folks to straight folks the night I was there.
I remember one person being so drunk at Club 216 that four bouncers had to carry him out, one on each leg and arm. I was laughing at him until he somehow managed to grab my ass while being carried out.