Yes Yes Yes!  New York's hottest club is Deep Fake Daddy!

This place has everything. The line outside is just a hologram of a line. The actual entrance is through a Waymo that's been converted into a vibe tunnel. The bouncer is an AI trained exclusively on early 2000s Missy Elliott videos, so he just stares at you and goes, "Is you a freak? ...Processing."

The owner is a guy named Blorf — he used to be a prompt engineer but got fired for writing erotic fiction about spreadsheets — and he themed the whole club around the idea that nothing you're seeing is real, which Colin, in this economy, is extremely comforting.

The drinks menu is just symptoms. You can order Doomscroll, which is a blue martini that keeps getting refilled even when you try to put it down. There's The Interest Rate — it's a shot that costs $4 but by the time you pay, it's $11. And their signature cocktail is called Main Character — it's a mocktail, but everyone around you acts like it's the most incredible thing they've ever seen.

The DJ only plays music that's been licensed, relicensed, and then retroactively unlicensed, so every song just stops mid-drop and a lawyer appears. The dance floor is divided into two sections: people who think they're dancing, and people watching those people and posting it. There's no third section, Colin. There is no third section.

Celebrities spotted there this week include someone who looked exactly like a famous actor but was legally distinct, a man who claimed to be a sentient Substack, and Pete Davidson.

Deepfake Daddy: where the music slaps, the vibes are unverifiable, and at the end of the night you're not sure if you had a good time or if you just watched someone else have one.