DL on Delancey: Noisy Neighborhood Scourge

Scourge is probably the best word to describe the new party palace at 95 Delancey Street. The DL boasts an abbreviated, yet checkered history here on the Lower East Side. In short: Ludlow Manor had its liquor license revoked by the State Liquor Authority earlier this year and subsequently hired nightlife honcho Paul Seres (New York Nightlife Association) to charm the necessary parties to keep business afloat. By doing so, the DL was born, and with it, liquor licenses for each of the three levels (despite earlier opposition from Community Board 3).

Once news broke a couple months ago that the corner hangout had secured these liquor privileges, many presumed it would only be a matter of time before the backlash ensued.  Indeed, within the last couple weeks, complaints about the DL have bubbled to the surface. There’s lots of talk on the street regarding their blatant disregard for the neighborhood. Much of it is noise related – the club starts the thumping early on the weekends and ends rather late.

According to 311, there were six registered noise complaints this past weekend. Not to mention the outpouring of hate-fueled reviews on their Yelp page. Sifting through the PR garbage of five-star reviews, it’s easy to see that the locals despise the joint. Art E. sums it up nicely:

They [B&T] hit the sidewalk like projectile vomit: screeching sorority sisters teetering around screaming date rape-y looking doods and bros.

The decibel readings/noise levels are absurd and illegal. Uh, hello cops, why are you letting this happen?? Hope this alien thing gets shut down & flies back to its mongoloid home planet before it can destroy more.

It gets much worse. One anonymous Boogie reader confronted the club with the audio problem a couple weeks ago and wound up with a hellish experience involving arrest and a 12-hour shackled stint at Bellevue. The subject, a resident within ear-shot, took it upon herself to enter the DL and requested a decibel decrease. That’s it. Here’s the account of what followed:

A bouncer in an earpiece put his hand on my arm and told me to get out or he’d call the cops. I told him to call the f**king cops, thinking they would actually care about the millions of noise complaints the place has received. Instead, the cops took me into custody without reading me my rights (for what crime I don’t know), and abused me while the bouncers smirked. For real, I have dealt with many loud bars in this hood and this is the worst I have ever encountered.