Remember the cabaret law? The bane of our existence, the thing that made going out oppressive and demeaning—not freewheeling and fun? I do. I remember it, because even though the city's reportedly backed off enforcing the no-dancing statute, it's still there. The "No Dancing Allowed" signs prevail, and bouncers are still telling patrons not to sway to the music. Just last week a friend was at a brand-new spot—R & R, formerly the site of the long-demonized cabaret-less club the Cooler—when security told him to cut out that... More >>>