The Golden Age
Meatpacking Goes Gold

You know subtlety. He’s a good guy. He works for the family business, buckles his seat belt in cabs and makes a succulent quiche.

And we like subtlety. Really, we do.

But tonight we want to hang out with over-the-top opulence. He’s painting his living room gold as we speak.

Introducing Tzigan, an of-course-it’s-in-the-Meatpacking-District lounge absolutely smothered in gold and attitude, open now for private parties in the basement of Villa Pacri.

If Tony Montana had survived the shootout in his Miami mansion and decided to open a Meatpacking District lounge, it might look something like Tzigan (French for “gypsy”). Look left, and a gold couch is surrounded by gold chairs and tables, under a gold wall and dimly lit by golden lamps.

Look right, and another corner drips with silver on the walls, silver on the chairs, silver on the... well, you get the idea. But forget all that precious metal. Make your scene at the black marble bar in the center of the action and do your best to comfort the patient denizens of the Boom Boom Room awaiting the reopening of their paradise in the sky (by comfort, we mean start a dance party).

And if you think you may be back, you can rent a bottle locker, where your own engraved crystal decanter will be filled with your leftover cognac and kept in perpetuity.

As long as you pay the 500 dollar monthly storage fee.