I turn down the hideaway alley to find a line of prospective patrons waiting outside the venue. I’ve never encountered a line here before. I ask the guy ahead of me if they’re at capacity or if this is just a smoker’s circle.
“Yes, we are waiting,” he says in a subtle lilt. Buttoned up and tucked in, I surmise he’s not from around here.
“Guess it’s a busy night,” I say. “In Plain Sight is playing.” He offers a blank stare.
“Local house DJs.”
“Oh! We are from Ukraine. House music is in our blood.” I take this as a good sign for the night.