If only a night at the Roxbury were as forgettable as a Chris Kattan movie. You may initially wonder why you’re in a place playing NSYNC, but there will be a lot of other people dancing to '80s and '90s hits in the basement of this club as you travel back in time and impulsively make out on the dance floor. In the morning, you will have a text from a number under “Mariah Carey Dancer” about your Montell Jordan dance moves. Slow clap.
You know that moment when you’re sitting next to an old-timer reminiscing about the good old days when tall boys were 50 cents and NoDa was the kind of place where you could burn down a car in the parking lot of Fat City and no one would even blink an eye? Yeah, us either. But spend a night in this bar and that could change.