The cachet of The Time has faded with the subsequent explosion of boutique hotels, and its grid-patterned, second-floor lounge, which once looked modern, now seems a bit square. It remains a dark, comfortable space, furnished with light panels simulating wood grain, and miniature sofas trimmed with velvet, accommodating hotel guests as well as an uncommon melange of record industry and finance people who work in the area. Congenial waitresses in short black dresses deliver the cocktails, everything from mint juleps to a Big Apple Martini. VIPs can retire to the even darker, elevated section in back, taking in plasma screen entertainment and bottle service.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.