If irony and excess had odors, they'd be inescapable. The club is filled with young yuppies pining for some kind of retro experience. Point being, this ain't no history lesson, it's an unguided tour through the depths of humanity. The club even carries its retro theme outdoors. Jello shots are plentiful, and the Jagermeister machine is in full effect.
Valet parking is available, but street parking seems to be plentiful.
Be nice to the bouncers and they'll be nice to you. The excesses of sex, drugs and money in '70s and '80s were only fun for those privileged enough to have them. Glorifying those decades is a tricky business. Helman is a freelance writer. Updated in September 2000.