This venue is closed.
Planted smack in a not-quite-meatpacking-not-quite-Chelsea section of 14th Street, this cheekily named weekend spot is a good place to meet up early in the night—late night, however, the crowds thin, with most heading for trendier pastures by 1 a.m. While a potent sound system pumps crowd-pleasing hip-hop into two floors, neither one is large enough to accommodate much dancing, leaving frustrated partiers nearly knocking over trays of lavender and orange-cardamom bellinis, as well as each other. The décor does little to live up to the name—nominal mahogany paneling, a couple of retro chandeliers, and fake-alligator-skin booths evoke someone’s weak attempt at faux-British irony, and the prints of the Kennedys scattered around the wall look tossed in for good measure. For those looking to mingle with the lipstick-lesbian set, the Eden parties on Wednesday nights are a major draw—though curious male onlookers should save their saliva, since the doormen enforce a strict women-only rule.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.