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| - As you can tell from the very long name, the Hookah Lounge is attached to a restaurant. Apparently food from the cafe is available, but you'd have to be seriously stoned to want to eat here. And since the staff simply will not load the hookahs with hash, that is unlikely to happen.
This is primarily a locals hangout, as it's somewhat off the beaten path. The Lounge is a long, narrow room, swathed in red fabric. An upholstered banquette runs along each wall, giving the impression that you are at a hookah smoke-off. The hookahs are attached to the tables, in order to prevent some sort of misadventure, I suppose. This also allows the placement of colored LEDs beneath each hookah, so the color changes as you smoke. Trippy, dude. The tables are surrounded by tuffets. Yes, just like that used by Miss Muffet. The seating places you close enough to the ground for intimacy, but not so near as to cause leg cramps. The decor is something out of an absinthe-fueled fever dream. In addition to the swags and gold cords and velvet tuffets, there is every painting of a harem or odalisque known to man. It is as if an art historian specializing in 19th century Romanticism went on a shopping spree.
The Hookah Lounge is primarily about two things: tobacco and alcohol. Call it what you may, flavor it with apple, cherry or chocolate, it is still tobacco. The drinks match the tobacco, in that they are sweet and colorful. I had a Tanqueray and tonic, because I'm mean.
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