By about 11 p.m. on the second Saturday of each month, you can expect to find the dance floor at Saturn Bar packed to the brim, throngs of music lovers crammed shoulder to shoulder, shimmying and shaking under the dim glow of the dive’s multi-colored chandelier.
The back patio is likely inhabited by cliques huddled around a shared cigarette, a bowl of late-night ramen or both. Lines snake out of the bathrooms, up to the bar and from St. Claude Avenue to the building’s entrance. Sweaty dancers crowd onto nearly every inch of the balcony, clinging to the railing as they look out on the chaos below.
It’ll be like this through much of the night, sometimes until dawn…