says
John, a retired homicide cop who looks after the interests of
the owner of the liquor license, John Blair. At Avalon clubbers
have their ID's checked, are vetted by the doorman, then patted
down and mildly searched by security. John proudly
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easy enough to get inside, says the Avalon doorman who calls
himself Redd Stylez. Avalon is big enough, he says, that there's
no need to handpick the crowd, but, he adds, he does watch out
for trouble and tries to keep the rabble-rousers out. Nevertheless,
that first red rope is likely the |
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out that Rob is an expert at spotting fake ID's. "Something
like 700 a year, he's gotten," John says. |
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below. Used for private parties, the penthouse and skybox lounges
offer comparative privacy for guests to lounge and drink the
requisite bottles of liquor that go for a minimum of $200 each.
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