This venue is closed.
In cracking open the nondescript door on Cleveland Place that leads to the underground lair beneath their brasserie Bar Martignetti, siblings Tom and Anthony (also of Martignetti’s Liquors) gave the runoff from La Esquina a more fast-and-loose option for subterranean scene-making. Despite the good deed and the fact that no expense was spared in making the low-ceilinged space feel like an illicit rathskellar (handsome leather club chairs, cage lights, brick walls, a red pressed-tin ceiling; bookshelf-lined recessed areas where U-booths seat large groups), the bar has done little more than attract guys in jeans and silk-screened Juicy Couture blazers, and girls who dance with clutches in hand. Yet given the proximity to Little Italy, this mix of cheesiness (D.J. cuts like “Wrong Way” and “Loser”) and supposed sophistication seems perfectly apropos.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.