Bungalow 8 ushered in a new era of nightlife culture when it launched in 2001. It also turned West 27th Street into the shittiest place in Manhattan as the copycats arrived, bringing with them the police and murder. Bunaglow was the brainchild of Amy Sacco, who's since all but abandoned her dream of conquering New York City (some say she already did), having tried (and pretty much failed) to launch a London extension of her nightspot, then turning to Las Vegas hotels to pay the bills as she earned a retainer as a lifestyle liaison. Or something. Bungalow, which has since been replaced by excruciatingly navel gazing spots like the Beatrice Inn and The Eldridge, has seemingly been on the way out for awhile now. Page Six Magazine even wrote Sacco's obituary in August, all but proclaiming her reign to be over and out. Except: Maybe it's not?

As some are making the case, by the looks of things, Bungalow may be in the midst of a renaissance. Socialite Lydia Hearst and Danity Kane's Aubrey O’Day arrived one night this summer to find the place disgracefully empty. But last Saturday night? A crowd!

And Bungalow is witnessing not just a floor full of patrons, but also some changes to the decor. Of the subtle variety!

Of course, one night of pretty twentysomethings does not a comeback make. But we can see the appeal. Maybe Bungalow, having been pronounced "over," is suddenly "classic." Nightlifers tired of what Gold Bar stands for could very well be yearning for the days of Bungalow, when exclusivity wasn't so much about the color of your American Express, but who you knew and what you brought to the scene.

Or, you know, not.

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