Still, they can’t be all bad. As Dillinger said, it’s where they keep the money.
Also: the cocktails.
Welcome to Museum, a semi-secret event space and giant cocktail lounge built on the bones of an old bank, soft-open now for an elevated after-work cocktail.
Inside, things may look familiar, perhaps from when you visited during its former incarnation as the Fifth Column and other nightclubs. But they’ve now uncovered a giant skylight three stories up and restored some of the original Greco-Roman touches from 1912, like iron railings, crown molding and giant columns. (Note: that doesn’t mean you should try Greco-Roman wrestling in this space... or does it?)
Your first move: take heed of the lights outside. If they’re red, it means things are full (but they’ll take your number and call you when space opens up). If it’s green, that’s your cue to head to one of the two cherrywood bars or the massive leather couches, or upstairs to a more modern blue room with white wingback chairs (undoubtedly where the bank’s branch manager would have chilled).
Wherever you choose to perch, you’ll be presented with a thick red binder full of tippling choices—a gin martini with just a hint of smoky scotch, hard-to-find microbrews, Perrier-Jouët’s Fleur de Champagne by the glass—and snacks like vegetable panini or chocolate truffles, provided by Cowgirl Creamery and Co Co. Sala nearby.
Actual cowgirl not included.