For sheer consistency of post-2 a.m. partying--by which we mean safely in public, undrunkenly, and for the specific desire to keep dancing the night away--Paradox can't be beat. It's awkward to get to--the location, south of Ravens Stadium, makes you feel like you're rolling up on some only-in-the-know hot spot. The regular crowd doesn't mind the odd blue-moon tourist looking for some after-hours good cheer. The rotating cast of DJs delivers an ass-moving mix of house, club, hip-hop, and R&B through the 'Dox's subcutaneous tissue-rattlin' sound system. And, best of all, when you've cabbed or snagged a ride down to the ass end of nowhere that is Russell Street before it turns into I-295, some solidly built, no BS doormen pat down and search every wannabe Paradox reveler to make sure nobody spoils the dance vibe by deciding to act the knucklehead.