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Fact #1: It’s happening. Really. Despite what hotel staff may tell you. Friday was the official kickoff, and things got loud. And yeah, Monday was loud, too.
Fact #2: It’s at the Standard on Sunset. The line forms inside, just to the left of the lobby. And this place is smaller than Paul & Andre, so the door’s even tougher.
Fact #3: Now’s a good time to text your buddy Paul. They’ve got a few tufted booths that you can book if you’re in the know.
Fact #4: Yes, you enter through a kitchen. Once past the velvet rope, you’ll pass by some counters and stoves before entering the hotel’s Purple Lounge, where this thing now goes down.
Fact #5: It’s really dark inside. So you’ll barely see black walls, a faux Hollywood sign, half disco balls stuck to the ceiling, a tightly packed floor filled with exotic model types who aren’t too cool to dance to “Please Mr. Postman”... and a pervasive commitment to full-on debauchery. If you squint, you might even be able to see your Chi-Town Sage.
If not, just know there’s gin in it.