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| - Cool on the surface, but once you make your way past the very unfriendly doorman and down the stairs, your eyes adjust and you look around you get the feeling that some low-level hotel employee said, "Hey, let's put a bar in the basement, put up some red lights, and say it's a speakeasy! I hear that's a fad!"; then that employee went to a garage sale and spent $200 on used '80s furniture (seriously, the back of both bars are oak wall-units that somebody was probably happy to unload for $20 at their yard-sale). None of it screams classy-prohibition-era-bar. There were only 6 available cocktails, which seems silly to me. The bartender was friendly enough, and the drinks themselves were tasty, though tending toward the sweet side. I like the concept just fine, but I can't get past the slapdash way they seem to have thrown it together.
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