Party people "hit gold" at this "over-the-top" Little Italy lounge where the "lavish" backdrop (think walls embedded with gilded skulls) and "exclusive" patronage warrant charging "an arm and leg" for "innovative drinks"; it provides plenty of glitter scenewise, provided you can "get past the doorman."
This lavish Nolita nightclub has us quoting Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, where the Prince of Morocco opens the golden casket:
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll. I’ll read the writing.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms infold....
Serious skulldiggery from Cain and Lotus talent. Oil paintings of bar insiders echo self-obsessed motif. Exclusive vibe, come give the gold finger to the little people. Midas touch applied to skulls embedded in the walls. Drinks go gold as well, honey meeting lime in the Gold Gimlet and rum in the Bee's Kiss. Better be coming straight from Fort Knox if you plan on standing a few rounds.
Citysearch Editorial Profile:
Velvet ropes would not suffice to guard this alcove of unadulterated excess--glamour-hounds who arrive here are greeted by gold chains at the door. The gilded theme continues inside, where hundreds...