Put A Cork In It

There's a good column in this week's Voice about the current state of club life in NYC, including the (hopefully soon coming) death of the bottle service scene:

"Club Row, as it's called, resembles a better-dressed version of Mardi Gras. Girls with flat-ironed flaxen hair, wearing glittery tops and tight jeans, totter on their high heels from one velvet rope to another. The clubs all have exotic, glamorous names—Cain, Marquee, Bungalow 8, Pink Elephant—and offer the promise of opulence and intrigue once inside. The reality is far less interesting. Inside, the clone-like crowds come to party the only way they know how—the way they learned from watching hip-hop videos."

Read it here: http://villagevoice.com/nyclife/0651,romano,75335,15.html