Be thick-skinned if the doormen give you grief outside this exclusive downtown mini-club. They’re paid to be selective, and that attitude they give off inspires more nostalgia than anything else. Once inside, you’ll melt into the slick grooves of an international roster of house music DJs and mingle among plenty of body-baring beauties and guys who love to flash their plastic. Touting an indelible Ibiza vibe, this banquette-lined venue – complete with padded walls so you can sink deep into a kiss or stumble without wrecking yourself – will scratch your booty-shaking itch (not to mention empty your wallet: bottle service is the way it’s done in this set, if you decide to sit). When you’re all sweaty and bleary-eyed, stop in at Florent on Gansevoort Street for some rejuvenating grub before you conk out.