The Pink Elephant that is. The latest addition to the Meatpacking District finally, finally opened Thursday night. In fact, the doors flew open so last minute, that the club wasn't even ready at the invitation's posted time (10 pm). However fashionable it is to be chic and late, that is for the guests (not the host) to decide. And we're very sure Martha Stewart would agree with us on that one.

Besides the very rude bouncers, who were eventually replaced by a bubbly girl working the door, and the major downside of no open bar, the crowd was all in all fun — if not particularly friendly. Too bad this new spot is nothing like the Pink Elephant of our college days — even thought the interior is much prettier, the scene is already kind of played out. Well, we guess we can't expect much from people in the MPD.

Still, Pink Elephant is a better shot than its over-hyped neighbors like Bed and even (dare we say?) Crobar. A decent sized dance floor and a crazy amount of low seated VIP areas make it hot enough place to go club, you know, if you're into to that "look at me, and watch me walk around and not talk, dance, or smile" thing.

Prepare for the standard over priced drinks, annoying door policy, and long bathroom lines. But, the elegant entrance and lighting, not to mention the cocktail waitresses in gold dresses, add a real touch of class that's been sorely missing from the W 27th St. scene. All it needs now is a couple Bruce Willis/Lindsay Lohan sightings, and everyone will be planning Marquee as their fall back, should they not make it past the velvet pink rope.

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Pink Elephant phunks with our heart