According to Down by the Hipster, all you really had to do to get into the Eldridge on Monday night was to RSVP on doorman Naeem Delbridge’s Facebook page, but by Guest of a Guest’s account, that didn’t mean the place wasn’t full up with triple-name types (Wayne Alan Wilcox! Keenyah Nicolle Hill!) during Lydia Hearst’s “first official party” there. Of course, Guest of a Guest’s column just happens to be co-written by doorman Delbridge, so maybe a more objective take is in order. And that comes via Mona’s Apple, whose correspondent doesn’t much like Delbridge’s steelo. Indeed, he’s described as “a faux-Farnsworth doorman who wears pink, plaid shirts tucked into cowboy jeans.” And the club itself? “The Eldridge goes beyond sucking and is among the worst executed clubs in recent memory.” Ouch. Anyone want to weigh in with the tie-breaker?
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