Horrible, horrible place.  Wannabe Paris Hiltons abound as do the greasy Rico Suave guys with their striped, button down shirts (top buttons undone to expose their drain clogging chest mat.)  Semi-famous hockey players, people palming Benjamins, washed up celebrities (Britney for New Years?!  C'mON!) and the Pussycat Dolls get to cut in line.  Once you're in, you have no idea what all the fuss was about.