Located a bit off the beaten path, west of the River North gallery district, this club blends in with its industrial surroundings -- even the whimsical Buddha sculpture on the heavy steel front door is a rusted husk. Inside is a different scene altogether: low red lighting, seductive dens with black-leather and faux leopard-skin sofas, lots of candles, and antique light fixtures salvaged from an old church. The DJs are among the best in the city, flooding the nice-size dance floor with hip-hop to bhangra, funk to African, and soul to underground house. Recently, the club's original fan base of yuppies and after-dinner hipsters has been shaken as attractively as its signature martinis: hugely popular Thursday nights pack in the young, mostly white club kids, but Fridays and Saturdays feature a cool, eclectic crowd decked out in funky gear.