Longtime Hollywood clubgoers who've grown sick of the usual velvet rope scene have been known to venture eastward. And when they do, they're usually swallowed up by Guatelinda, a multifaceted club space next to the Barnsdall Art Park. To say that Guatelinda is a throwback, you'd first have to figure out where the tinsel-fueled, string lights monstrosity came from -- or how it's stayed open so long. The truth is, beyond the routine $10 door charge is a wonderland of diverse dancers and cheaply made stiff drinks, all the better for a dim night of grinding to whatever reggaeton/alt-disco/electronic the rotating DJ happens to have on. The crowd spans the gamut from low key locals to wild-eyed club commuters from deep in the Valley, particularly at the recurring Club Called Rhonda parties, where underground DJ couture meets alleyway chic. All with mandatory Jell-O shots.