As anachronisms go, Fort Lauderdale's headbanging club the Metal Factory was blissfully unaware of its dinosaur status. The chrome- and mirror-filled establishment and its throwback wait staff eventually got tired of the guffaws and smirks and outright insults that regularly met the metallic moniker, opting to drop the Metal and simply answer to the Factory. You'll never confuse the venue (full of photos of Fred Durst, Poison, and Gene Simmons) with Andy Warhol's artsy New York namesake, but collective IQs seemed to rise in response to the change. Moral: You can take the mettle out of the Factory, but you can't take the Factory out of the metal. Know why? It's dipped in it, dude!