A smoking speakeasy is unkindly outed.
The four-month-old "greenhouse" club already smells like a frat bar.
Lotus will now be known as ... Abe & Arthur's?
The Eldridge is the most exclusive spot in town, according to the owner of the Eldridge.
What's going on with a venue that was supposed to open underneath the cobblestones of Ninth Avenue?
The Marquee man snags community-board approval for a new gastrolounge.
But we'd venture to say she might be kind of a publicity whore.
Someone popped a $20,000 bottle of Champagne at Marquee.
The club's manager says the recent departure of a partner and another employee is no biggie.
A couple of key players are leaving the city's house-music standby. What does it mean?
Southside's biggest fan is upset that the Bar Martignetti's lounge is charging a $1,500 bottle minimum.
Our very favorite doorman is rolling not just with models, but SUPERmodels.
Are e-flyers a sign that these former hot spots are hurting for business?
John ‘JE’ Englebert is aiming to be the Patron Saint of Drunk Chicks.
He's not happy that a McDonald's has been installed in his classy apartment building.
Though there's a slight dip in sales, Noah Tepperberg doesn't see any reason to discontinue the luxury service.
We tried to take advantage of the club's new stance against bottle-service pressures and were told: "5 PEOPLE IS 2 BOTTLES MINIUME."
Nightlife types pontificate on the future of the industry's most hated institution.