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IS THE man. "I don't know what his formula is, but
he keeps us safe," Ron, the head of bouncers at Viscaya,
says of the club's slender doorman.
With
a beaming grin, Ron expresses his admiration
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popular
joints have to keep volume under control, and in the end—while
there are inevitably times when there seems no intelligible
reason to be shivering out front—Ron says it's all about
security.
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respect—and a little awe—for his renowned coworker.
"Wherever he'll go, I'd be willing to go, because I know
how he works," he says, referring to Alex's ability to
keep parties both safe and hot.
To
most of Manhattan's party-going crowd, the time-consuming
ritual of standing outside—often in the cold—to
be inspected by a
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and—one hopes—let into the 'hotness' of an exclusive
club like Viscaya, is a social rite of passage. But from the
other side of the velvet rope, there's a litany of reasons why
lines and denied entrance are a necessity. High-end venues must
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problems,"
says Ron, who explains that a large part of the club scene centers
on drinking. With alcohol, he says, things can get dangerous
if there's not the right mix of people.
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