We accidentally walked in here thinking it was Sutton Place, and found, to our dismay, that this was more like a creepy version of Lolita meets Basic Instinct come to life. Drunk middle-aged men sat around hitting on young secretaries. Drunk middle-aged women sat around hitting on young secretaries. The whole vibe was very pedophilic. There were a lot of skirt, panty hose and white sneaker pairings. There were a lot of cheap, threadbare suit and pointy, broken-down shoe parings. The whole vibe was depressing and really frightening. Needless to say, that was one of the quickest pints we have ever downed. By the way, the place looks like a Tequilaville in a seedy, porn theater district. [MF]
209 E 56th St.