A too-clean, too-smooth bartop sets the stage for this highly contrived bar, where a taxidermied lion stares at you and gawdy electric chandeliers hang over your head like some Hipster Damocles' sword.
This former factory on the eastern edge of Chinatown feels like a subterranean hideaway filled with taxidermied and found objects. Fortunately the drinks and DJs make it a draw for the hipster spillover from the Lower East Side who come to dance and flirt. Weekend cover charges are sometimes instituted depending on who’s spinning.
We remain suckers for the speakeasy entry. Chandeliers mark stairs leading to Twin Peaks-vibed drinking hole. Basement decked with more chandeliers, long bar notched with dioramas. Taxidermy and fleabag couches. Grungy in a good way, though crowd is too young to yet be creased by care and disappointment. Low on pretense, stellar DJs, could be your perfect home away from home.
Factory turned boozy Lower East Side hideaway:
Despite its name, this subterranean spot isn’t exactly a dream abode, with decor that consists of an odd mix of dilapidated couches and chandeliers, and a bar that doubles as a display case for...