@ The Delancey – 168 Delancey Street
The Delancey is structured in descending madness, not unlike Dante’s Inferno. The roof bar is an idyllic green deck of palm trees and picnic tables, a perfect purgatory for happy hour and amiable heathenry. The main level is a dark dance floor where scantily clad DJs spin pop and house for the preppy, well-to-do sinners. And the basement is a steamy, cavernous hole with gleefully abhorrent punk bands and discounted lukewarm beer. So, it should go without saying, you want to head straight for the underground–as Bart Simpson once said, “All the best bands are affiliated with Satan.”
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