For those New Yorkers over 35 who enter Coqodaq early and text their party to apologize in advance (Too young! Too moneyboy! Too … chicken-fried Vegas!), hang in there.
Wash your hands at one of the stations in the entryway stocked with luxurious soaps—the Hermès Eau de Pamplemousse Rose pairs well with gochujang-glazed chicken wings—and get excited: you’re in for one of the most ridiculously fun nights you’ve had in ages.
