Underneath The Mercer...

So, I heard the team that brought the swank to 105 Riv at the Hotel on Rivington was revving up the "underground" scene at another plush auberge: The Mercer. They call it the SubMercer.

The main event not to be missed this evening was actually happening a bit further downtown on Ann Street: Dante's party. (Told you I'd mention him soon.) But by the time I was ready to step out the night was getting late. So the compromise came in the form of the said subterrain.

By now the hotel's become one of the legendary establishments of this ever-changing city we call home, and those who's either worked at the hotel in the late 90s (i.e. sometime between '98 and '00) or frequented there know that the subterranean world -- no, not the Kitchen -- was infamous.

You go in from the suspicious entryway right of the main hotel entrance. Take the elevator down two floors and turn left. Say hello to the lovely coat check clerk, and turn left again. Now on the right you'll see a red door -- and that's the entrance. Got that?

On the deck tonight was Alex From Tokyo, the charming Japanese-speaking French DJ that knows good music -- the kind that educates the musically-minded, rather than just simply throwing in the latest hits. The scene was sleek, sophisticated and...well, I'm not sure if it were pretentious, but it was pleasantly predictable. There really weren't enough people there tonight to make any grand statement about this place. So let me know, if you have already been or are going there, what your experience was like.