Fists will be pumped

This dance-ready oonce-ery might be named after a geeky extracurricular activity involving braces and VHS tapes, but in its Hollywood Blvd embodiment it’s the diametrical opposite. Reasons why: an interior decked out like a day-glo 17th-century conclave, massive racks of Champagne, trapeze artists, gothy go-go ballerinas, and equally gothy behind-the-bar mixologist maidens that probably don’t know what LARP stands for.