They still work on fake yachts. On Cahuenga.
The evidence lies within Boardwalk, SBE’s roofless new boat party spot for some good old Sunday (and other day) debauchery that’s not technically on a boat but whatever, now open in Hollywood. (See the slideshow.)
This was Colony. Now it’s much boatier. Like you’re standing on the blond-wood deck of a yacht gone full Jordan Belfort. Let’s see, there’s thundering beats from big-name DJs in a dinghy draped with bikini-wrapped dancers. Confetti dumping. Champagne spraying. Anchors, life preservers and... assorted Hollywood-issued flotation devices.
So when you need to extend a weekend beyond normal limits, you’ll head here with friends and enter XIV Yacht Club—that’s what they’re calling their Sunday party, and each week the vibe will change to invoke a different “port,” like Maui or Saint-Tropez. For Memorial Day, it’s Camp Pendleton.
And boats always have littler boats. Here, if you’re in one of the side booths and someone orders a load of champagne, it will be delivered by a woman carried aloft in a silver lifeboat, coming to save everyone from thirst.
But who will save them from themselves?