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| - The decor is very specific, to the point of being a bit "much." (Someone LOVED damask.) However, my complaint is not with the decor, which set an ice backdrop. I love cocktails. Love them. And I don't mind a healthy dose of pretension atomized like a mist of caramelized citrus oils on top of them. However, the bartender the evening we went seemed to have a disdain for any questions or requests that didn't drip with adulation. I ordered their take on a Sazarac, which bore no perceptible relation to its namesake. When I asked if I could order another drink--mind you, I didn't ask for a refund, and in fact took responsibility, "It's my fault. I ordered the wrong drink."--the tender gave me a look that said, "Drop dead." My mom doesn't drink cocktails, so when she asked which wine on the menu the tender preferred, his answer was, "This is a cocktail bar. I wouldn't drink any of our wines." So, if you like your cocktail with a bullshit skewer garnish, this may be for you. I'll take my money elsewhere next time I'm in town.
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