Finally, someone listened.
Introducing Toro, the dark, lush new hangout at the Thompson Smyth Hotel in Tribeca, opening this Wednesday to inspire carnal tendencies and serve up blood orange caipirinhas in equal measure.
It’s dark down there. And carved up into lots of nooks and crannies that are decked in rough-hewn wood, splashed with lots of red paint and protected by matador capes hanging on the walls. It’s just the kind of subterranean hideaway you’ve been wanting to descend upon for a secret, late-night autumnal rendezvous.
Drop by after 10pm and commandeer the plush, circular red bench in the heart of the lounge. You can’t miss it. It’s the one with the massive pair of bull’s horns on top. From here you and your co-conspirators of the Tribeca night will survey cavorting hotel guests, sip on infused cachaça and mingle with the collected after-parties from a dozen nearby loft parties.
And at least one rodeo.