This lounge is a bit of an anomaly. Surrounded by trendy bars packed with models, tiny dives filled with polyester kids (whose idea of a shower is picking the paint out of their hair) and dark, quaint hipster hangouts, this large space is lively and packed with a bunch of U.E.S. kids who think they’re too cool for the U.E.S. Some liken it to a Houlihan’s opening in the middle of restaurant row. Others praise it as being a bit of sunshine in an otherwise dark, dreary, malnourished, flammable scene. We tend to go with the majority who say it’s mellow but crowded, loud but homey, and mostly a whole bunch of drunken fun. [MF]
187 Orchard St.