ou know that passage in On the Road when Dean Moriarty, in a jazz club, keeps yelling 'Go.' Well, he was high. And nothing gets me higher than a Coca-Cola binge. And nothing makes me, or Dean Moriarty, yell 'Go!' like jazz. Located at Lincoln Center, Dizzy's is a jazz club of the finest stock. The room is highly conducive to head nodding and scatting, and it doesn't hurt that some of the finest free-style purveyors buzz, tinkle, and blow every night. Look for celebrity revelers and jazz heads from all over the island and beyond. Don't look for Dean, because he's not there, but if you see his father you should tell Sal Paradise.