Maybe it's just me. Maybe because I'm 33 and I've aged out of the chicness of Bar 32 that I failed to perceive the appeal of a limited, lackluster cocktail selection, cramped and uncomfortable tables, and a Moscow mule served in a rocks glass with a cheese plate clearly geared towards presentation rather than flavor and enjoyment. (Seriously, who is eating the twelve dozen Craisins?) I was further put off by the corny uniforms assigned to the female waitstaff. (Rhinestones needn't ever be mandatory.) And by the unnecessary faux pause for security at the entry. (We're not on the List because there is no List.) The service was perfectly nice and, yes, the view is lovely. But, at the end of the evening, this hotel bar is nothing more than simply a run-of-the-mill hotel bar with a view.