Zebras. Trumpet mushrooms. Aviation. Absinthe. Femmes fatales. Oysters. Dubiously acquired 1940s German
Things could get wild for you tonight...
It’ll happen at Clarkson
, an imposing den of bivalve indulgence and masterly cocktails from the
Café Noir guys, opening tonight in the West Village.
Imagine Rick’s from Casablanca
melded with the Spruce Goose, and you’d have this. The kind of
place where sexy, mysterious people from all over the world would come to escape their dark pasts. It’s a
lot to conquer, but here’s how you’ll do it...
Camp out at the bar and send one over to the madam across the way.
The bar is, well...
spectacular. A massive wooden horseshoe number
with enough surface area for you to pile plates of
oysters, duck-leg confit and cognac-and-chai-vermouth cocktails (dreamed up by an Employees Only founder)
and still have space.
Grab half of one of those mint-green linoleum four-tops.
They’re from the ’40s.
And France. Share some charred octopus
and a bottle of pinot noir. Wait until the sun sets. Let the sexy lighting do
its thing. Suddenly, your date is going spectacularly.
Host a safari-themed soiree.
You love safari-themed soirees. And they’ve got a room
with hand-painted zebra-print walls. Call it the Zebra Room. That can be yours, along with a suspicious
amount of superlative bourbons and scotches.
Which ought to go nicely with your pith helmet.
225 Varick St
New York, NY 10014