Unless you’re Robert DeNiro with a wad of bills, don’t bother coming here – or that’s the word in clubbing circles, anyway. Bungalow 8’s tough door policy is legendary – and only serves to fuel its popularity, of course. Once inside, you may wonder what the hype is all about, but let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you’ll see: Paris Hilton might be in one corner with a gaggle of waifish friends; and is that Nicole Kidman next to the potted palm? The décor mirrors that of old-style Beverly Hills, with poolside murals and fruity cocktails. Stars demand perks and Bungalow 8 offers plenty – if you can afford them, that is. There’s Orestra caviar for $1,200, among other choice appetizers, and tableside minibars are stocked with top-shelf liqueur. For those who find it just so hard to park a helicopter in Manhattan these days, Bungalow 8 conveniently offers a helipad.