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| - It's time for another episode of "Lifestyles of the Dirty and Infamous!" Today we'll visit the world-infamous Pussycat Lounge, home to some of Arizona's most enjoyable and accessible debauchery. This scintillating and shining star of Scottsdale nightlife burns so bright as to burn a hole in even the deepest pocket, and leave even the most jaded reveler somewhat blind-ed.
Building on this air of exclusivity, the owners eschew the flash and glamour of other adjacent establishments, content to mark the sign of the gray building with only a spartan "PCL". But don't be discouraged by this or the seemingly dim interior. The "beautiful people" inside provide all the illumination you'll need. Moreover, there's no chance to be a wallflower here ...as all the seating is reserved, and the dance floor routinely fills to capacity. But you won't regret this for a moment, as you realize precious few eyes are act-ually watching you.
Given all the licentiousness, one might think that the owners would feel no need to provide a quality experience. But as shocking as it may sound, PCL actually offers something beyond the efferverscent. The bubbly may not impress the most distinguished of tastes, but for the rest of us you won't feel as if the drinks are watered down. The choice of music mix is hardly revolutionary, assuring that Ibiza will not be knocked from its perch any time soon, but far from a disappointment.
PCL prides itself on an experience worthy for the A-List, complete with all the attendant pretentiousness and risk of condescending service. But surprisingly, management remains fairly professional and cordial, even to the hoi polloi. Naturally, natty dressers and pretty faces help their own cause, but so does arriving there before 10:30pm. Like many other venues, a lack of attitude is also a cardinal virtue.
Given the circumstances, you might think that the cost of visiting this hotspot is all about the Benjamins. Yet it's beyond possible to have a spectacular time here for less than half that. But in the same breath, a table reservation will lighten your wallet significantly. Cover, for what its worth, is usually $10 for men, but nothing at all for the fairer sex. Drink prices hover around the same amount, ensuring you won't have to sell your very Dirty Ride anytime soon and encouraging you to come back again and again.
I'm not Robin Leach, but until next time, here's to Breitling wishes and Louis Vuitton dreams.
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