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Your piece on Eurotrash (“I’m OK. Eurotrash,” 11/20) was right on target. In the 10 years I have been in Washington, I have seen very little change in the nightlife from the days of Fifth Column and Club Med. Same people, same dress code, same attitude—it has become so boring, not that it was that exciting to begin with. You can only listen to the Gypsy Kings for so many years.

When I first heard the term “Eurotrash,” I pictured hordes of Frenchies and Brits, but everybody seems to be Iranian. National origins never bothered me, but such tacky displays of monetary wealth puzzled me. I thought nightclubs were a place to go drink and have fun with friends, but these places are low on the fun factor, high on the posing. I guess if you’re somebody who’s easily impressed by cellular phones and “teeny-weeny” bookbags, then you deserve what you get.

In the final analysis, Eurotrashy clubs and bars are like Starbucks: When you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all.

Logan Circle