The beer-soaked bash that is She-nannigans every night defies description, but I'll try. It's a frat party; it's a bad tourist trap; it's a dance club (sort of); it's Rush and Division at its best. The crowd is always wild at She-nannigans and, as the name would imply, the crowd consists of a lot of very partied-out men eying a lot of girls, some dancing on the floor, others on a raised platform that just screams bad idea.

That said, this place really can boast a good time for those looking to dance, dance, dance 'til dawn (and drink 'til then, too.) The decor is minimal, the bar is standard (think beer) but it'll bring you right back to your college frat party days: whether or not you necessarily want to go. You can't blame the place for trying, though; it makes no pretensions about what it is and just rolls with the punches (and gyrations on the dance floor).

Centerstage Reviewer: Erin Brereton