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Is there such a thing as a dive nightclub? Anthony Martignetti says there is. His club is a yes to some core concepts of club-going (selectively-screened crowds and innovative cocktails) and a no to some of the more ostentatious ones (sparkly costuming and cover charges). Everything about Martignetti's is a healthy mix of haute and low: Luxe fabric-covered walls surround poured-concrete floors; scratched graffiti adorns handmade rainforest-wood fixtures. The white trash version of bottle service means you can get a case of Miller High Life in the tiny subterranean lounge. Nightly djs spin 80s, rock, and reggae beginning at 9pm. Just be warned: The generous, potent Lovely Rita (a deceptively frappucino-like potion) might make it difficult to effectively execute a "Blue Steel" face for the monthly Zoolander party.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.