This venue is closed.
$20 doesn’t go very far in most bars, but one could conceivably have nine of Double Down’s $1 PBRs, tip a buck for each one and still have enough dough to get a slice for the stumble home. (Tipping, multiple signs say, is rewarded with a free smile or spanking with the house paddle.) Slightly overshadowed by the garish Señor Swanky’s next door, Double Down takes over the bi-level space previously known as Mouton and Luxxus. The new owners don’t push the gambling theme too hard. There’s a blackjack felt above the L-shaped bar and a spade and a club on the black awning outside. Upstairs is pretty Spartan—there’s a small DJ perch and some wood tables. Outside, the large, teak benches that stretch across a generous swath of sidewalk provide an excellent view of IM Pei’s worst creation (the Silver Towers) and are stacked with lounging smokers. On summer nights when there’s margarita madness next door, the patio almost feels like a very low-rent version of the New York–New York casino in Las Vegas. Which isn’t so bad.Extra
Lipstick lesbian party Persuasion continues Mondays, despite change in ownership. Girl-girl go-go in the large window continues to drop jaws of male passersby.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.