This lavish Nolita nightclub has us quoting Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, where the Prince of Morocco opens the golden casket:

O hell! what have we here? A carrion Death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll. I’ll read the writing. All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscroll’d: Fare you well; your suit is cold.

From the wise souls who brought you Cain, Nolita's newest over-the-top venture features plenty of the glistering substance, plus so much more.