Prancing silver carousel ponies suspended from the ceiling; ‘High Heels On The Moon’ scrawled atop the door in neon luminescence; vast steel-framed spotlights straight from a 1950s movie shoot: it can only be the latest creation by the boys from uber-salon The Dollhouse, they of Glamazon fame. Sprawl on vast communal sofas on the disco-ball-trimmed mezzanine, or hunker down in the decadent depths of the plush, swallow-you-whole, black and fushcia pink sofas. Choose your drinks wisely: mai tais and mojitos are relegated to the menu’s ‘Boring List’. Top of ours was the $6 monthly special, in this case the Dirty Whore’s Bath – ‘Who needs soap when you have a cocktail?’ – a heady concoction of gin, benedictine, Cointreau, grapefruit and soda water. Ouch.
Emergency Room, #82 Street 244; 016 620907.
