The large room looks like an old warehouse with large wooden beams.
However the staff were great with us old fogies and we soon had a good table with one clever spot light above to actually see what the menu had to offer. The whole place is so dark it is impossible to read the menus and creeping along back passages past the kitchens to the exotically designed and appointed restrooms, complete with attendants, is quite an adventure. We had good Margaritas at the bar and discovered a large lounge with its own bouncers next door and somewhere else there seemed to be a disco. A cloakroom lad took our coats which were retrieved later without any trouble. Wow! I think we must have survived! After a late Broadway show and a taxi to this quiet street, three of us staggered down the dimly lit steps under this chrome fronted night spot and only after the doorman had checked our names against our reservation, did the door swing open to reveal a speakeasy type set up filled with lively, hip young people and raucous music.
