Bugatti's   

Many thanks to the Ebert & Roeper of Club reviews. Apparently, not only is Bugatti's the place to go because it's "tready", but you can soak in the eclectic mix of both cargo pants AND clothes from the GAP. What's next? People wearing Banana Republic dancing in harmony with people wearing Khaki? As for the club, it was pretty fun, even though I inhaled more dry ice than at Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Cats." And being from Minneapolis, I really can't complain about any hole in the wall that serves grampa's cough medicine past 1am. Nevertheless, beware of the pretentious blonde lady working the door. She seems to forget that no amount of smoke and lights disguises Norfolk as New York.