On a bustling LES corner just around the way from Hotel Chantelle stands a glass-paneled building, the top floor of which usually draws the eye with its eclectic arrangement of furniture and bustling strobe lights. Entering The DL, one clambers up a set of elegant stairs and comes upon a scene of controlled mayhem: The slightly-more-polished cousins of the ‘90’s club kids run amok, rocking foot-high platform shoes and decidedly intricate (black) clothes. On a stage, a dancer gives it all they’ve got while across the way the DJ plays a selection of tunes. Deep house, subsoul, moombahton and electro house pour from the speakers onto the dance floor, creating quite the experience. Tip: The doorman’s tolerance for self-expression via fashion stops just short of letting one enter wearing shorts, regardless of the season.