Despite the best efforts of VH-1, '90s nostalgia has yet to take hold of the national consciousness with the same force of '80s mania. In Houston, however, there is one hotbed of Clinton-era memories: the Richmond Strip, our forlorn "entertainment district of the future." What few nightspots remain from the Strip's glory days ply their patrons with a steady diet of grunge and Britpop. If you're one of those "slackers" who thinks tunes like that are "all that and a bag of chips," then "boo-yaa," you'll think the Richmond Strip is still hella tight. Let all those fart-knockers have Midtown and the Village — you're too sexy for them.