The dinning /clubbing combo has always been a curious one at best.  Those who are familiar with the old adage "Don't shit where you eat", can probably sympathize with the fear of finding a discarded cigarette butt in their ravioli.  Ok perhaps an exaggeration, but eating among vodka drenched floors and smoked pit carpets can be disconcerting.  So this of course begs the question, why are so many clubs like the fronting as restaurants and vice versa?  More»