The main attraction at this subterranean dance lounge on the MacDougal strip is the weekend DJs that spin a generic but crowd-pleasing mix of Top 40, hip-hop, reggaeton, and 80s. The low ceilings make the small main room feel a little claustrophobic, especially when the concrete dancefloor gets packed with Bleecker Street overflow and freshmen girls with passable fake IDs. Still, Alibi’s bouncers do a pretty good job of keeping a...

The main attraction at this subterranean dance lounge on the MacDougal strip is the weekend DJs that spin a generic but crowd-pleasing mix of Top 40, hip-hop, reggaeton, and 80s. The low ceilings make the small main room feel a little claustrophobic, especially when the concrete dancefloor gets packed with Bleecker Street overflow and freshmen girls with passable fake IDs. Still, Alibi’s bouncers do a pretty good job of keeping at bay the carpetbagging delinquents that prowl the area on a typical Friday—no small feat. The route to the lit-up bar can be hazardous thanks to the Lilliputian furniture cubes that seem always underfoot, but the Perfect Alibi martini, made from homemade pineapple-infused orange vodka, makes it worth it. Jay-Z isn’t likely to roll through the VIP room anytime soon, but there’s a 70% chance “Big Pimpin’” will be played, and a 90% chance the crowd will throw their hands in the air (New York Magazine).