It’s big, it’s colorful, and it’s owned by the notorious Khan and his minions of techno nerds who can guide you to every kind of four-to-the-floor and electro record available. Said records are stacked on TEMPLE’s walls (new releases) or filed in big bins (older stuff), and are easy to browse through. You can smoke and people-watch as folks pass by on Avenue B while you give the records a test run. When they’re not playing at club nights around town, the staff host their own parties, which are always quite messy and loads of fun. Except for the part where you walk out with 150 bucks less than you came in with, Temple’s pretty cool.