No matter what heels, what dress, or what arm candy you’re donning, there is no guarantee you will gain admittance to Paul’s. The bouncers are famed for their capricious standards: One night you may be rejected for your shrill voice, another for your long hair, the next for your loud friends. It isn’t the hottest girls or the wealthiest guys who get in here. It’s whomever the bouncers are feeling that night.
If you do get lucky and make it inside nightlife impresario Paul Sevigny’s first solo venture, you’ll find roving waiters serving drinks from silver trays, bright, floral wallpaper, and a no cell phone policy. Paul’s is the answer to the ponderous aesthetic of reclaimed wood and dark leather that seems to have taken over downtown nightclubs.