[Don't even think about calling this "bottle service." It's "Table Service" at Avenue. Photos via NYT]

If you read Allen Salkin's article in the Sunday Styles this week, you know high-school English teacher Amanda Hunt is PISSED. She came all the way from Port St. Lucie, Florida in the hopes of having to wait in a long line outside a club, be scrutinized by the likes of Wass Stevens or one of his croonies, pay $18 for a cosmo, have the cosmo spilled all over her when some sweaty guy bumps into her, get separated from her friends, dance wildly to "Umbrella", find friends crying in the bathroom, and stumble out at 4:30 am with smeared makeup, bump-it askew, but one hell of a story to tell her English class. More»