Charles Dickens once said: “Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.”

Ol’ Chuck could be a real downer.

So let’s ignore him and head to Gilded Lily, a MePa lounge and dance spot that is just so unbelievably gold. It’s now soft-open beneath the Monarch Room.

We’re talking, like, Bond-villain levels of gold here. The floor: made of sparkly gold flecks. Every stretched-out vinyl booth: gold. The bar: teal... not. It is, of course, gold.

Now let’s address the chandelier. It’s sort of the main event—just a huge cluster of color-shifting LED strings your Meatpacking-addled mind can wondrously observe. (Yes, the chandelier’s occasionally a color that rhymes with “grold.”)

To find the place, just make like you’re going to the Monarch Room, but hang a right at the last door in the entrance atrium. Then go down those stairs, and voilà. Set up camp at the highest rung of booths (there are two levels), and survey the dance situation below.

Or, you know, make a dance situation.