The reviews from Paris Fashion Week are clogging the Internet with words that resemble English but don't necessarily make a lot of sense. That means it's time for another edition of "What They Really Meant," where we read the fashion reviews so you don't have to. You've worked hard enough today already.
Dirty Delta came to New York eighteen years ago and was introduced to the gay scene via nightspots like Club 58. It wasn’t until she got a job at Lucky Cheng’s a month after it opened that she fell in with the drag queens; for thirteen years the bartender and server has seen the East Village institution through visits from disco divas (“Grace Jones came in and tried to cop pot. We had to let her go”), East Village freaks (“my family”), as well as swarms of “crazy bachelorettes and crazy birthday girls.” As it turns out, her most unforgettable encounter (that we could print) was with a certain pop star.