The Edison is an upscale lounge in downtown that’s jumped on the trend of converting old, dilapidated buildings into hip money-making service venues. To the owners credit, they have taken great care to maintain much of the old power plant’s architecture. What I do have an issue with is their extremely strict dress code. The bouncer wouldn’t let me in with my $220 white Lacoste loafers because they were considered “athletic sneakers” but casually waved through my friend sporting $17.95 black Payless shit kickers that he wears to his construction job. The guy’s either a true adherent to Marx’s idolization of the proletariat class, or he’s hopelessly ignorant when it comes to the world of fashionable footwear. Peasant!