Came in for drinks with a dreamy little hunk of man meat and had a nice time. Had a great lemon blueberry drink and a glass of prosecco. It was pretty quiet at the bar, so service could afford to be friendly and attentive.
The bathroom attendant freaked me out; she wasn't there when I walked in, but then she would magically appear when I came out of the stall. Is she materializing in through the walls? Hiding in a stall? Weird.
Really a gorgeous location.