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| - Dimmer than a midnight vigil, this cocktail room is swanky, posh, relaxed as a reclined armchair. Plush seats and simple tables sink into the premises like olives in a martini glass. This is by no means a location to slosh around frothy brews in your mouth while lassoing women with your Popeye-like forearms. Downtown Cocktail Room is all about decor, reserve, gently clinking glasses together in cheer while massaging the knot of your necktie. There are rules here that state, in so many words, that they don't want you to swivel in your seat and pinball your egregiousness around the room like a Gremlin in heat.
Not to say you cant have fun. Rolling a comb through your mane and getting gussied up doesn't mean your voice has to be siphoned from your larynx. I came here with a group of friends, ordered one of Downtown Cocktail Room's signature punch bowls that was stoned with ice cubes and wedges of oranges, and put a lofty buzz into my brain. This little minx of a spot makes everything from traditional cocktails that have been around so long they've seen the fingerprints of dapper people such as Cary Grant, to artisan, neo-cocktails that have some serious bite of their own.
When you want a break from getting your arm hair scorched by Treasure Island pirate ships, the bullhorn of an alpha male that is trying to leg sweep a random girl, or seven-hundred dollar beer on the strip, DCR is a rad time.
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