It’s a nightclub of only-on-the-Strip superlatives such as newest, biggest, flashiest, priciest. The highly regarded Cantonese restaurant is helmed by Michelin-starred chef Ho Chee Boon, the lighting includes mesmerizing lasers and wall projections, cocktail tables have discreet drawers and iPhone chargers, and 10 jeroboams of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label go for a mere $30,000. Let’s hope you’re carrying the company credit card.
For the past 60-plus years, the slinky Parisian cabaret classic has tantalized crowds with avant-garde, fanciful, kitschy and incongruous performances by a bevy of gorgeous dancers wearing little more than lights, projections and Louboutin heels. Special effects and specialty cocktails heighten nude silhouettes (dancers’ bodies must comply with founder Alain Bernardin’s aesthetic criteria), and guests such as Victoria’s Secret model Noémie Lenoir and burlesque beauty Dita Von Teese occasionally join Le Crazy dancers onstage to perform naughty tableaux.
On the outskirts of Ibiza Town, in the middle of a parking lot in the Playa d’en Bossa resort, is a nightclub that’s more or less recognized as an island institution. The world’s most famous DJs drop in all season long to play to the huge, multicultural crowd. The decade-old Sunday party We Love Space is a favorite across the board. And though there is an egalitarian feeling in the air, VIP treatment can, of course, be made available on request.
The best afterparty in the city happens in a makeshift venue under a weeping willow on the banks of the River Spree. Cool 20-somethings come for the eclectic vibe, not to mention the nearly free entrance fee and lack of door politics. Pick up a girl on the tiny dance floor inside the boathouse, then walk outside on the deck and floating docks to watch the sky as twilight becomes morning.
Out-of-towners craving a debauched fantasy-Manhattan club scene—suits, stilettos, skin, scandal—may get their fill at this miniature gilded Hammerstein Ballroom. They’ll also appreciate the downtown nightclub’s jewel-box size, excessive indulgence and Theatre of Varieties: over-the-top Cirque-inspired stage acts of the burlesque, acrobatic, raunchy and ridiculous sort. Impress your voyeuristic lady friend by booking a booth close to the stage for the one A.M. show. Then swing up to the mezzanine balustrade for more champagne and a bird’s-eye view of the oddities below.
Scotland’s longest-running dance club can be found in a basement in the hard-drinking town of Glasgow. And because it closes at three A.M., it’s balls to the wall once the clock strikes midnight. The Subbie’s fine roster includes local DJs (Optimo, Slam) who have become international heroes on the electronic dance music scene.
If you arrive before two A.M. as your charming, nattily dressed self, you’ll have a chance of getting in. After that, prepare for a mob of well-heeled party people nearly bum-rushing the door. Every struggle has its rewards, of course: The atmosphere inside is celebratory, the mezcal is smoky, and the bourgeoisie is glad to have you.