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On weekends, this Rande Gerber spot fills with foxes and wolves: bare-shouldered young females and the packs of feral males who stalk them. Waitresses aren’t quite up to taming the hordes; drinks are too sweet; and music is a pounding atavistic techno beat. Stay late, and you might score one of the semi-enclosed niches that are perfect vantage points for watching the hunt.