Sorry, Phil Collinsheads.
We mean Genesis, the debaucherous dance party that once reigned over Sassafras. It returns tomorrow in Cinespace’s old home from Golden Box and Nighthawk instigator Jeremy Fall. You should definitely check it out.
You know the deal here. No cover. No bouncers, bottle service or byzantine cocktails. No visible involvement of anyone from That ’70s Show. Just a nice night of ’90s hip-hop and Top 40 for your foot, hip and ear regions.
You’ll find it in a totally new space of antique marvels, cracked black subway tile, distressed wallpaper and other mixed materials making every nook distinct and strangely beautiful.
First, RSVP. Then, show up. That all helps. Finally, head upstairs and hit the bar. They’ll make anything you want before you end up lounging on a large leather chesterfield, on the smoking patio under open skylights or beside the open windows to gaze longingly upon Kevin Bacon’s star.
You’ll dance. You’ll take more drink. You’ll meet people. And as the night lingers on, you’ll all hop back in the elevator, which happens to double as a photo booth that generates quick videos of you guys doing your thing.
Hollywood will give anyone a show these days.