If you’re anybody in this town, you don’t go out on Saturday night. So say several members of the finance community as well as one of the owners of that banker bastion, the Spotted Pig.

SP owner Ken Friedman tells the NYT — “The Spotted Pig is not cool on Saturdays.” “Avoid, avoid, avoid,” he says, prefering himself to steer clear of NYC hotspots by hanging out at friends’ houses or better yet, leaving town on the dreaded S-day or for the entire W—end.

Going out to eat is still okay, though. I suspect this is because most people tend to eat out on the weekend regardless of whether they go all out afterwards, so by eating out one is not betraying an overly eager, B&Tesque, desire to par-tay.

“Last Saturday, four Manhattanites in their early 30s were huddling over a low table downstairs at Buddakan, the cavernous pan-Asian restaurant in the meatpacking district. ‘During the weekends, you get a lot of clutter, if you will,’ said Brian Kirimdar, 30, an investment banker. He and his wife, Ashley, tend to hide out in restaurants on Saturdays, avoiding all but a few of the Chelsea clubs. ‘You don’t find too many bridge-and-tunnel people at Cielo or Marquee,’ he said. ‘You really have to pick and choose.’”

When in doubt, do what BBalle does. Pursue the “too cool to go out at all” policy, which involves going out about once a month.