The Jones calls itself "a scene with a view," which could refer to the 360-degree cityscape just past its rooftop perimeter but could just as easily mean the undulating meat market contained within. The dance floor is a hip-deep pool with bar stools bellying up to the DJ booth on one end and an island of water-throwing fountains in the center. It's surrounded by military-precise lines of beach chairs for an unobstructed view of tan, wet flesh. DJ Bill Pile keeps the bass as relentless as the summer sun, and drinks are two-for-one on Fridays after 5 p.m. Yeah, it's only open half of the year — the good half.
