Worth: If you can unearth the unassuming door, say the password, and charm your way inside, you will find a treasure trove of B-listers drinking, voguing (yes, voguing), and suggestively dancing on strewn-about mattresses. The patrons might as well be decked out in scuba gear—there’s so much face sucking that folks don’t bother coming up for air too often. Look around, and your eyes feel bloodshot as you scarlet red oozes from every bulb while you devour danceable beats from DJ Alex English. There’s nothing on tap—what the hell?—but the salacious crowd still seems to think this place is Worth it. |
