Two New Restaurants Open at Hollywood & Vine

Vine Street is one of Hollywood’s main arteries, yet for a long time, its nightlife offerings paled in comparison to Sunset’s. But lately, things are trending slightly more upscale on Vine, especially near the famed intersection at Hollywood Boulevard, where several large nightlife destinations are dominating L.A.’s clubland, like The Redbury’s Cleo, the W hotel’s Drai’s, and SBE’s Katsuya.) Now, two new hangouts are set to debut at this new nightlife nexus: the Lexington Social House and Cafe Entourage.

Entourage is a restaurant hoping to lure in clubbers in the mood for something more upscale without the velvet rope hassle of Drai’s. The restaurant boasts two full bars, one for each floor, and a stunning patio that overlooks the W’s valet patio area. Opening this Friday, Entourage represents a new nightlife option for anyone seeking sleek environs. Awash in purple hues and boasting a gaudy gas fireplace, Entourage mimics the look and feel of the W brand. Expect spillover crowds from Drai’s on weekends to end up here, especially with their 24-hour license to serve food.

Beginning tonight, a much different demographic will settle in just up the street, in the shadow of the Capitol Records building, when a private party will offer a first taste of the anticipated venue Lexington Social House. The restaurant lounge opens in earnest in April, but the neighborhood is already abuzz, thanks to the reputations of all involved. The menu, which aims to bring a more Manhattan-style late night dining to Hollywood, was created by Mette Williams, formerly of Spago and Cut. But Lexington will also double as a club, with Travis Andres (a name familiar to long time night owls in L.A.) bringing in large-scale events. Brent Bolthouse has already been in to take a look at the smart spot, formerly the awful Forbidden City (the place was gutted completely).

Designed by Thomas Schoos, Lexington feels casual yet upscale, with classic Queen Anne chairs set against exposed brick walls and tin ceilings. A carrara marble bar is the centerpiece of the interior, with a massive outside patio that will likely prove a hit this summer with patrons seeking a slightly sophisticated oasis in the heart of Hollywood.

image Lexington Social House.

Your 2010-11 Los Angeles Nightlife Roundup

Last year, it felt like everyone in Los Angeles finally realized the dream of opening their own bar. But nightlife being the fickle beast that it is, not all of them will last. The bars that made the most noise in 2010 will likely survive to see 2012 and beyond, but they’re not necessarily the best of the bunch. Brent Bolthouse and Guy Starkman’s Trousdale (pictured above) had a very successful year and recently paid back all its investors (a coup in under 12 months). Across the street from Trousdale on the Sunset Strip, Soho House had an equally successful 2010.

On the other side of town, Echo Park and Silver Lake saw the opening of a few new bars that made a bit of buzz, albeit of the low-key variety. The truck-stop chic of Stinkers gave way to the whiskey-soaked sophistication of The Thirsty Crow in Silver Lake, while Echo Park gained a great new cozy drinking den in 1642 bar. Los Feliz got a new wine bar, Bar Covell, which was a hit with first-daters the second it opened.

Downtown saw an explosion of new finds in 2010, the best being the simplest: Spring St. bar. Cedd Moses’ Las Perlas tempted tequila fiends while ex-Lava Lounge owner Michelle Marini opened up a smallish haunt called The Falls nearby.

Drai’s, Supperclub, Colony, and Premiere all douched up Hollywood, yet all three seem to still be doing well. Hemingway’s did better than all three of the aforementioned spots, at least in terms of drawing a fairly diverse crowd.

So what’s in store this year?

Tonight in Hollywood, The Spare Room at the Roosevelt officially debuts after hosting private holiday parties last month. The cocktail lounge features a gaming parlor and two vintage bowling lanes. Friday, David Judaken’s revamp of Opera debuts, dubbed Eden.

Beyond Hollywood, look for the Houston brothers to make noise once again with several new bars. The two had a huge hit in 2010 with the smart Havana-aping La Descarga, and the brothers will revamp the Stone Bar near Los Feliz this spring with a dive bar for those who are too hip for dive bars. Similarly, Roger Room overlords Jared Meisler and Sean MacPherson are set to make a bit of low key noise with their revamp of the classic Coach & Horses on Sunset Blvd, which recently closed.

Drai’s Hollywood Heats Up With LMFAO, Far East Movement

In tough economic times, people want to escape, and no city does escapism better than Los Angeles. This week, the charts are owned by L.A. artists that produce guilty pop pleasures (Ke$ha reigns atop Billboard’s Hot 100 chart followed by downtown L.A.’s Far East Movement, who held the top spot last week), haters be damned. Last night, Far East Movement were still feeling “Fly Like a G6,” and hit up Hollywood’s most escapist club, Drai’s, to celebrate. So what does the foursome think about penning the surprise guilty pop pleasure of 2010? We braved tragic “electro-hop” groupies to find out.

“It’s a trip because we made the song just for fun,” FEM’s Kev Nish said backstage before a packed show at the Key Club. “We never expected it to ever get on any chart.” Yet chart it has, and not only is the infectious single receiving airplay nationwide, but it’s selling big, with nearly 1.8 million paid digital downloads sold this year.

Last night at Drai’s, the foursome held court at kindred electro-rap spirits LMFAO’s “Party Rock Wednesdays” after their gig, and were treated as L.A. royalty despite dashing the crowd’s hopes that they’d break into their hit. (Instead, DJ Skeet Skeet simply played it.) ”There definitely is an L.A, sound,” yelled Nish over his own track. “It comes from the spirit of the clubbing culture in L.A. and we’re inspired by the scene.”

Inside Drai’s, it’s easy to see what inspires Far East Movement to pen their club-ready bangers. The vibe was straight out of a music video, replete with the proverbial “video hoes.” But the energy was infectious and no night at any club in Los Angeles has the kind of energy Drai’s is bringing right now on Wednesdays.


The rooftop action at the W Hollywood (where Drai’s is located) is ridiculous, straight-out-of-Vegas cheese, but the bar is beloved by thousands (many of whom drive in from the suburbs) all over SoCal for its hedonistic feel and emphasis on fun over pretense. Recently, the club seems even busier than it had been under the stewardship of Cy Waits, who made headlines a few months ago for a high-profile, drug-related arrest in Las Vegas with girlfriend Paris Hilton.

Drai’s is betting its new Friday night party, hosted by Jamie Foxx, will take weekend evenings at the W Hollywood to the next level this fall and into 2011, but in the meantime, it’s finding surprising success courting crowds with the sound Far East Movement helped popularize.

As the band’s next single, the more traditional pop-leaning “Rocketeer,” rockets up the charts, Nish has a message to all the would-be haters out there: “If it’s not for you, don’t worry about it, we don’t take offense,” he said. “At the same time, we’re proud of our work. You might like ‘G6‘ and might not like ‘Rocketeer,’ or you might like both, but as long as you love music, that’s all that matters.”


Is L.A.’s Next Trend Corporate-Sponsored Sleazy Motel Parties?

Last night was another crazed night in Hollywood, with sold-out shows by The xx at the Palladium and MTV’s “Buried Life” party at Drai’s. But the mid-week bash I keep replaying in my mind was Tuesday’s fantastic party at the unlikeliest of venues: the Dunes Inn. Whoever dreamt up this party for Axe deodorant deserves a raise, because on Tuesday night, organizers took over an entire semi-sleazy motel on Sunset Boulevard and had Weezer play a concert in the courtyard, all in the name of smelling manly. The “One Night Only” event was truly that: an event, with hordes of hopefuls trying to get in to the circus-like happening wrapping around the block, complete with open bar, free food and a name band.

To be sure, throwing events in non-traditional venues is a trend that’s been growing for years in Hollywood (see Milk Studios and Hollywood Forever cemetery). But no one that I can remember in the past decade has ever thought to rent out a dodgy motel on the least glamorous stretch of Sunset (near Western Avenue), buy out all the rooms (staffers & band tech types utilized the first floor, while celebrities like Vanessa Hudgens were in and out of the balcony rooms), secure the proper permits, and throw a party in the courtyard. It was a brilliant bash and a memorable night out, thanks in no small part to Weezer, who proved that they still matter with a bang-up set filled with older hits and a some new ones, too. Some special guests joined them on the stage, including My Chemical Romance and even Lost‘s Jorge Garcia, who, as you all know by now, is Weezer’s latest muse. Later today, Axe is expected to post a full video of the show on their Facebook page, so don’t miss it.


When Bachelor Parties and Las Vegas Come Together

The trickiest thing about writing a recap of a Las Vegas bachelor party is remembering the details. My original plan involved tattooing myself throughout the night à la Guy Pearce in Memento, to help jog my booze-ravaged memory the next morning. But after the first night there, I awoke (next to my half-naked friend) with the words “insane” tattooed on my forehead, “cleavage” on my chin, and “break up with my not-a-VIP-hostess girlfriend as soon as I get home” on my finger. So, scratch that idea.

Instead of providing a recap of a scandalous weekend in sunny Las Vegas, I’d like for you to use this as a primer when deciding what clubs, restaurants, and hotels to hit while celebrating one of your buddies usually ill-conceived plunges into adulthood.

The key to planning the ultimate Vegas ex-stag-aganza with a handful of your closest friends is locking down the perfect place to stay. The Vegas strip is teeming with the country’s most prominent pot-bellied vermin, and your hotel will be your reprieve from all things named “Rusty.” Nineteen of the world’s twenty-five largest hotels can be found on the strip, but bigger isn’t always better. For better, go with The Wynn or Encore, two adjacent towers that are the sleekest on the strip, and, combined, hold more Forbes five-star awards than any other casino-resort in the world. Steve Wynn’s opulent pleasure palaces are an orgiastic mix of Asian influences, thick greenery, and top-of-the-line luxury that will satisfy top-level executives and testosterone-fueled meatheads alike.

Owner Steve Wynn has made sure that guests won’t have to ever leave the sprawling premises to experience the best that Vegas has to offer. For the necessary group dinner where you and your boys make one last-ditch attempt to convince the groom-to-be that he’s throwing his life away, try Botero, the steakhouse inspired by Fernando Botero — a Colombian figurative artist for all you philistines). Though Botero does a mean surf, come here for the turf. With the exception of Miss Piggy in a thong, Botero is a carnivore’s ultimate wet dream.

After the symbolic last meal, it’s time to get your drink on, and luckily The Wynn/Encore is home to Tryst and XS, two of the hottest nightclubs in Vegas. Owned by prolific nightlife impresario Victor Drai and his managing partners Cy and Jesse Waits, these pleasure dens are all about spectacle. Tryst features a lake in its center with a breathtaking, illuminated waterfall, perfect for the inevitable Facebook profile picture. But if Tryst is spectacular, then XS is downright mind-melting. The 40,000-square-foot behemoth has been called “the Godzilla of nightclubs” by our very own Steve Lewis, and the place lives up to its name. Extravagant without being cheesy, XS extends out into Encore’s pool area, and if you’re willing to drop the necessary coin, that’s where your booth should be.

Once every big-haired floozy in town is done downing all your Patron, head to Drai’s, which is located in the basement of the nondescript (by Vegas standards) Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall & Saloon. If you follow her on Twitter, you’ll know this is where Paris Hilton heads after her bathroom antics get her thrown out of everywhere else. But if the fall-over-drunk crowd at Drai’s isn’t showing you and your friends any love—and with that shirt, why would they?—we have just the place for you: Rick’s Cabaret has had a stranglehold on the Gentleman’s Club industry for years, and its Las Vegas location is its mecca. There’s no better place to lessen the blow of a night’s worth of rejections than at this silicone sanctuary located a stone’s throw from the strip.

For the ultimate Rick’s experience, have their party bus pick your crew up from anywhere in the city and take you directly to the club, for what will surely be a night of you giving beautiful women money, and them giving you false hope in return. Just make sure your friends don’t leave without you. The walk from Rick’s to your hotel is long, lonely, and cactus-filled. At least that’s what the tattoo on my inner thigh said.

Cy and Jesse Waits, Two of a Kind

“It’s the Godzilla of nightclubs.” That was the reaction of our nightlife guru Steve Lewis when I asked him about XS, the mega club at casino maven Steve Wynn’s Encore hotel in Las Vegas. But unlike the fictional Japanese monster who stomped on citizens and cities with uncontrollable glee, XS is a tightly controlled, carefully calculated environment designed to redefine nightlife and provide customers with the ultimate Vegas experience. As Lewis later put it, “This is the machine.”

The operators of this machine (which at $100 million, makes it one of the most expensive nightclubs ever built), are identical twin brothers Cy and Jesse Waits. Growing up in a dusty Southern California town, they had no inkling that by the age of 34, they’d be sitting atop one of the biggest nightlife empires in the country. But that’s exactly where the brothers find themselves, after forging a lasting partnership with legendary club impresario and film producer Victor Drai on a number of amazingly successful endeavors, including XS, Tryst nightclub at the Wynn, Drai’s after hours inside Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall and Saloon, and Drai’s Hollywood, which recently opened in the W Hollywood. “We grew up in such a small town, I never even thought I’d meet anyone that I saw on TV,” says Cy, who now schmoozes on the regular with stars from the film, music, and sports worlds.

So how did the Waits’ find themselves at the forefront of West Coast nightlife? After all, there isn’t a school that teaches you how to master the inner workings of a mega club. The answer is experience. Growing up, they were the kids in the neighborhood who threw the house parties. “We were always trying to make everyone comfortable, making sure everyone is set up and feeling good about themselves,” says Cy. “We were the social butterflies, walking around and getting everyone’s input.” Jesse was the first one to move to Vegas, leaving the sleepy beaches of Hawaii for the blinding lights and monolithic hotels of the Strip. There, he cut his teeth at some of the city’s best clubs, excelling at everything from bartending to promoting. Soon, he was joined by Cy, who initially planned to work in the industry for a year, before returning to California to pursue other endeavors. But Las Vegas is a revenue beast, with billions of dollars being sucked up by its nightlife and entertainment industries, and Cy quickly realized the boundless opportunity a partnership with his brother could bring. “We started from the bottom up. We did everything in the nightclub business so we get it. We understand the aspect of what it takes to bartend or what the door guy goes through. We get it,” he says.

Eventually, Jesse found himself managing the popular Foundation Room at Mandalay Bay, where they met Victor Drai. “We just kind of befriended each other,” says Jesse. “He was just a nice guy who would buy bottles. We started hanging out as friends and eventually, after three years of knowing him, decided to join him at Drai’s After Hours.”

Their big break came when La Bete, hotelier Steve Wynn’s first nightclub, failed to do the kind of business necessary to succeed in Vegas’ cutthroat landscape. “It was designed poorly for a nightclub,” says Jesse. “Their structure, management, and promotional team was not as well thought out as it should have been. To run a nightclub, it takes more personality than it does a corporate structure.” Drai and the twins stepped in, and after redesigning and rebranding the club, Tryst was born. Around the mid-aughts, Tryst nightclub at the Wynn rose to become Vegas’ premiere nightlife destination. (You might recall the infamous night when a pantless Britney Spears’ partied with Paris Hilton. That happened at Tryst. “It was pretty bizarre, she was asking for the attention” says Jesse.) With a hundred-foot waterfall cascading over the dancefloor, the never-seen-that-before opulence of Tryst was only the beginning.

image The waterfall at Tryst. image XS.

It’s difficult to fully grasp the scope of XS without experiencing it for yourself. Both Jesse and Cy seemed at a loss for words when trying to convey its epicness. They both told me it’s something I need to see to believe. At 40,000 square feet, XS is such a behemoth, it effectively stole its sister club’s clientele. “It’s a black hole, basically,” says Jesse, “not just for our business, but everybody’s business.” Indeed, as far as most are concerned, the extravagance on display at XS will be difficult to match. Lewis, who’s been designing nightclubs for over a decade, went as far as calling it “the best nightclub in the country.” With a capacity of 4,000, XS is designed with a high style and to allow a particular flow so that it never feels crowded. “It was not another building that we renovated to make into a nightclub. It was built for that purpose,” says Jesse.

XS’ unabashed extravagance is best bottled up (pun intended) in the Ono Cocktail, which, if ordered, is the equivalent of drinking liquid gold. Invented by Cy, the drink is more a muscle flex than a thirst quencher. When someone orders one, the XS staff makes sure the whole club knows it. At $10,000, it’s composed of Charles Heidsieck champagne and Louis XIII de Remy Martin Black Pearl cognac, and each glass comes with gold XS cufflinks for the men, and a black pearl. “I would say we have sold at least 12 or 15 of them in a year. I mean that’s pretty good for a cocktail that’s $10,000,” says Cy.

The twins admit the look of the place is mostly thanks to Victor Drai’s distinct vision. He’s the mastermind, they say. “He doesn’t think about how it’s going to work, all he focuses on is the look and flow,” says Cy. All of Drai’s spots are created to look like lush, dense paradises that avoid any tawdriness. Drai’s After Hours in Vegas is dotted with red velvet couches, leopard print carpeting, and Tamara de Lempicka prints. It all stems from his trailblazing sense of style. “He was popping his collar long before anybody else was doing it,” says Cy. “He’s got his boots and his swagger. He’s amazing. You have a conversation with him and you’d be surprised he’s 65. It feels like he’s 22.”

But after 12 years in the nightclub industry, the Waits brothers have also developed a sixth sense for what makes a club work. Once Drai has exercised his particular brand of showmanship on the place, Cy and Jesse will work on the club’s personality. They’re after the little things, the details customers don’t notice, but nevertheless that enhance their experience. Says Cy, “We’ll sit down in booths and make sure everything is comfortable. Everything needs to have a feeling to it. Where are the table sides? How big is the booth? How far are your knees from the ground? How many stripper poles should there be?”

Once the club is open, it’s the twins’ job to make sure it has legs. And, like any cohesive partnership, they’ve adapted and split their duties to play to their particular strengths. As Jesse tells it, he’s on the “marketing” side of things. He’s at the door every night greeting clients, whether it’s the governor of Nevada or someone looking to spend their roulette winnings on a bottle of Goose. At a club with thousands of people, personal attention from its top personnel can make nights. That’s what Jesse, and to some degree his brother, provide. He sees himself as the club’s diplomat, on the front lines with the clientele. Cy, on the other hand, thinks of himself as the problem solver, the fix-it guy. He handles the staff and ensures all the cogs of the machine are running in unison. Neither brother is ever without his BlackBerry, except while practicing martial arts.

Cy and Jesse are constantly traveling between their permanent homes in Vegas (they live in mansions on a golf course, Cy on the 8th hole, Jesse on the 2nd) and their temporary ones L.A. (they have neighboring penthouses at the W). Cy had eighty thousand tons of sand installed in his yard, a personal beach in the middle of the desert. Both brothers have multiple motorcycles, the product of a riding, hippie father of the Easy Rider ilk. They’ve made several Most Eligible Bachelor lists, although Jesse is now in a long term relationship with former Playmate of the Year, Jayde Nicole. They rarely, if ever, drink. Their sobriety is part dedication to a healthy lifestyle, but also, it’s impossible to control a nightlife empire after you’ve had seven gin and tonics.

Most siblings have a competitive edge, but for identical twins, that edge is sharpened. “When we were kids, it used to be who can throw the biggest rock through the window,” says Cy. That they work so closely together is an achievement, even if they admit to butting heads occasionally. “It’s war sometimes,” Cy says. “A couple of years ago, there were times when we almost got into fist fights over the most ridiculous things. We’ve gotten past that. When we first started working together again, we were in each other’s face. If Jesse’s really emotional about something, or I’m really emotional about something, one of us will just back off and we’ll just not talk for a few days until we cool down, and then it’s like nothing ever happened.”

Adds his brother, “The best thing about working with my brother is that out of anybody I know, I can trust him because he has my best interest at heart. If anything went down, I know that he would protect me and back me one hundred percent. And in a work environment where people are constantly trying to move up, that’s hard to find.”

LA Openings: Soho House West Hollywood, Drai’s, Industry

Soho House West Hollywood (West Hollywood) – Members-only club for trendy people … can’t say it’s a sure-fire success in L.A. ● Drai’s (Hollywood) – The most exciting thing going down in Hollywood this week. ● Industry (West Hollywood) – Burgers! Stripper poles! Okay!

A Touch of Class at Southside

Door guru Timothy Sheldon rules the gate at Southside, one of my favorite haunts. Let’s talk about larger than life — he already measures up to about 6′ 5”, but on a weekend night he still stands on a wooden crate to pick through the crowd. Southside and Timothy have a firm attitude about their door; they firmly believe that mixing up the crowd and having a variety of enthusiastic patrons is the key to long-term success. Timothy is a classic figure — invariably dressed to the nines — and he takes being a gentleman very seriously, both on and off of his little box.

In 2006, Timothy was employed as P. Diddy’s assistant and stylist. He traveled extensively with him as movies were made, fragrances were launched, and events were nonstop. He lived in his house, woke him in the morning, put him to bed and generally kept him on schedule. After his Diddy experience, he went to Vegas, where he handled VIP services at Wynn’s Tryst nightclub and Drai’s as well. Tryst, as a club, grosses more than any other club on our small planet (Tao figures include food). “I learned hospitality at a high-volume monster venue with yearly revenues over $50 million. It’s a place where hosts drive Lamborghinis!” he told me. After that he touched down in DC and planned an excursion to New York City to work at trendy club run by a couple of buddies. Timothy still feels that owning a joint is in the future, but he’s more than content with learning and meeting fabulous folks until that night.

With the continuing success at Southside, Timothy can be found — in case you’re looking for him — Wednesday through Saturday at the door. I DJ there for fun, friends, and no money at the Sunday party, and he’s always there as well. The truly good ones just can’t stay at home because a good club becomes a child that needs to be nurtured. At my clubs, I was always the first to arrive, I answered phones, did the schedules, booked the talent, worked the room and the door, and at the end of the night swept out the place. He does the door because “it’s an opportunity to network with all that’s cool in New York. I meet creative people from all crowds.”

Timothy lives in my hood, so I run into him in delis at 4 a.m. after we’re both weary from having conquered our own little worlds. He is always impeccably dressed, extremely well-mannered, and his home is described to me as based on Andy Warhol’s Factory, where creative people are always gathering and pushing agendas. Timothy is obsessed with returning traditional service values to hospitality. Besides the door-god job, he is also very hands-on with the all-important table seating of clients — making sure that tables are compatible is an art that can make or break a good party. In a world where bottle service is going the way of the dodo, Southside is selling more and more without compromising the crowd with another rare bird — yuppie scum. Timothy takes the door seriously, and he sees it as an opportunity to teach the people who aren’t quite getting in how to close the deal and become next month’s customer. I’ve always felt that to be all-important. He tells me that he’s looking for a great attitude from people trying to get in and that “a sense of entitlement won’t work here.” There is a great deal of cross-pollination between Southside and around-the-corner neighbors La Esquina and GoldBar, where my man Jon Lennon mans the door, but that’s a story for another time.

[Photo: Patrick McMullan]

Las Vegas: The “Hey Ladies” Weekend

Friday 2 p.m.: The Venetian. Check in. Large, velvet-upholstered rooms make one feel like an imperial mistress. 3:30 p.m.: Lunch at Mon Ami Gabi. Sit on the patio, watch the Bellagio fountains, and plan the weekend’s attack. 5 p.m.: Sephora. Someone forgot their cleanser/lipgloss/eyeshadow brush. Or whatever excuse you want to make.

7:30 p.m.: Napoleon’s (at Paris Las Vegas). Have a pre-dinner champagne cocktail. 9 p.m.: Strip House. Dinner with sexy food, flattering lighting, and a glam crowd will get you in the mood for the rest of the evening. 11:30 p.m.: Privé. Vegas’ hotspot du jour brings a little South Beach flair and celebrity style to the Strip. 2 a.m.: Drai’s. The city’s longest-running after-hours makes ladies feel welcome without feeling hassled.

Saturday 11 a.m.: Canyon Ranch Spa Club at The Venetian. Yoga class. Facial and/or manicure optional. 1 p.m.: Tinoco’s. Have a virtuous salad for lunch. Which doesn’t feel so virtuous when it’s mango-glazed salmon or lemongrass portabello. 2:30 p.m.: Shopping. Hit the shops at Caesars or The Palazzo. Or both. It’s your credit limit. 5 p.m.: The Venetian pool. Order up a round of vodka tonics and start the dishing. (“Lance Burton or David Copperfield? Death is not an option…”) 8:30 p.m.: American Storm. If you must see a male strip show, this is the one. The music is the Killers instead of Bon Jovi, and the dancers are more like the cutest guy in the club than your usual steroid casualties. Live at Polly Esther’s in the Stratosphere. 10 p.m.: Mix. Let Alain Ducasse (well, his minions anyway) make you dinner in this 43rd-floor Strip-view aerie. Virtuous salad at lunch means scrumptious dessert now 12:30 a.m.: Blush. Relax with a cocktail on the patio of this small, beautifully appointed nightclub. 2 a.m.:: Gipsy’s. Dance until dawn in late-night, locals’ gay club.

Sunday 12 p.m.: Le Village Buffet. Unlimited champagne version. 2:30 p.m.:: Get out of town.