LAX at Luxor is definitely cool. First of all, it's dark - everywhere. Even the vinyl-booth style padded entry way is so dark that security guards have to shine lights on the stairs so you don't tumble your way to a lawsuit. But it sets up an appropriately moody vibe that explodes when you walk into the main room.

The cavernous space flows both down and up, with a staircase leading down to a high-energy dance floor covered by the latest in high-tech lighting and sound, and another staircase leading up to cozy, cavy-like VIP lounges that look over the teaming masses below. Bars are scattered about everywhere and there are more VIP seating areas here and there but precious little room for the non-VIPs to do anything other than stand or dance.

The crowd was very young - at 40-something, I was the oldest there by a solid 15 years and even that 26 year-old probably felt out of place. But hey, that's what you get when you come to a club like this so either accept it or go find yourself a nice bingo hall somewhere.

The energy was undeniable, with the packed house providing an almost constant feeling of motion even from the people who were just standing in line for a drink. Forget personal space and be on the lookout for the over-imbibers who were legion (including one classy gal I saw who puked in a hallway and then immediately went back to the dance floor).

Again, cover and drink prices are typically high. I only had a limited interaction with the staff but they seemed to be on their game and not too overly intimidating.