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Clubs are a lot like castles: they're ruled by the elite, they're heavily guarded, and if you go to the wrong one there's a good chance you'll end up standing near a few dudes who're covered in oil. For new, non-oily hotness that's styled after Shakespeare, check out The Elsinore.

After two and a half years of searching for the ideal location, Elsinore's a booze-addled "mid-century English manor" from nightlife heavy-hitter Noel Ashman, who's giving select friends & family VIP membership to ensure the clientele reassembles the diaspora of NY's eclectic after-hours denizens, a group already represented in backing partners ranging from a hip-hop producer, to a Walking Dead actor, to a salon owner, who made the cut due to his extensive knowledge of quaffing and coiffing.

Designed by Steve Lewis (Butter, Marquee, Aspen…), the intimate, neo-vintage digs're soaked in blue and red light by glowing pillars resembling "giant blue lightsabers" and a bar made of illuminated stained-glass windows, from copious coats of arms, to a giant wooden clock set permanently for Misfits to 1:38; there's also a slate fireplace surrounding a flatscreen playing videos of yule logs or motorcycle races, all linked to an outdoor area whose neon "Whiskey" sign used to hang above a bar in Queens, because if it hung out in that bar, there's no way it could get in this place.

And for anyone not in the bottle-buying mood, the as-yet-unnamed house 'tails will include a mix of absinthe, vermouth, and Benedictine, a shaken Cointreau/jalapeno-infused tequila/agave number, and a ginger & vodka joint with orange and cinnamon, also how one might refer to tan jobs of the oily dudes around them when they end up in the wrong club.

Just because you aren't a VIP doesn't mean you can't get in if you bring your A-game, and yes, they will have pizza! Add this to My Thrillist and don't miss out when it opens.