My night here was so strange and disjointed, I had a really hard time enjoying myself.  There were definite positives to the experience: there was no line, seeing as it wasn't term time, at \u00a34, guest list entry was half price (could you even imagine paying \u00a38?!), the DJ played more than standard club hits, and for \u00a36, a certain drink of theirs will get you thoroughly sloshed.\n\nHowever...\n\nThat certain drink of theirs? It is a bag of vodka.  I kid you not, I was served a plastic bag with five shots of vodka and a splash of cranberry juice.  I guess the wait at the bar is long enough that serving such an atrocity just might be called for.  Waiting for a drink more than once could take up your entire evening.  Is that enough to justify slurping liquor from what looks like an IV drip? You decide.\n\nAnother strange moment was realizing everything but the dance floor was carpeted.  I don't know what kind of swanky decor this club thought they were going for, but drunk 18 year olds spill stuff.  And vomit regularly (you could certainly smell it).  The carpet was marshy by midnight and rancid by closing.  I'd hate to see it with the lights turned on.\n\nThe photos of New York skylines and Frank Sinatra on the walls suggest Why Not? dreams of one day being a classy cocktail lounge.  But believe you me, I've never heard of a lounge that served booze in sandwich bags or had to put up a plywood bottle bar in the back because the clientele were complaining of not getting their VKs fast enough. \n\nIt seemed like everyone here had one goal: get drunk and go dance.  If that's your aim, then have at it.  But for me, Why Not? is the epitome of \"meh.\"