Ah, the secret underground lounge.
No matter how many spring up, there can never be enough.
There's just something about finding an unmarked door, stumbling down a dark flight of stairs and finding yourself in a lushly appointed lair. That's when you'll know you've arrived at the city's newest subterranean scene, RDV, open now under Bagatelle for private parties.
Short for rendezvous, breeze into RDV and you'll feel like you've walked into an elegant turn-of-the-century European hotel. Mismatched antique couches abound for you to pick your seating poison—leather, cow fur, velvet or Thai silk (we know you don't sit in anything but Thai silk these days). Potted green palm trees and golden framed mirrors set the mood for late-night candlelit debauchery...and maybe a game of chess. Better yet, make that foosball—they've got an antique table awaiting your sensitive touch.
But you'll likely be tickling the ivories on the soon-to-arrive baby grand piano (as you're wont to do when you find yourself at an underground lounge), glass of Dom Perignon (served by the glass) in hand. And when you're tuckered out, retire to the back room, which feels like a living room straight off the set of Dynasty.
Perfect for a little late-night drama...
No matter how many spring up, there can never be enough.
There's just something about finding an unmarked door, stumbling down a dark flight of stairs and finding yourself in a lushly appointed lair. That's when you'll know you've arrived at the city's newest subterranean scene, RDV, open now under Bagatelle for private parties.
Short for rendezvous, breeze into RDV and you'll feel like you've walked into an elegant turn-of-the-century European hotel. Mismatched antique couches abound for you to pick your seating poison—leather, cow fur, velvet or Thai silk (we know you don't sit in anything but Thai silk these days). Potted green palm trees and golden framed mirrors set the mood for late-night candlelit debauchery...and maybe a game of chess. Better yet, make that foosball—they've got an antique table awaiting your sensitive touch.
But you'll likely be tickling the ivories on the soon-to-arrive baby grand piano (as you're wont to do when you find yourself at an underground lounge), glass of Dom Perignon (served by the glass) in hand. And when you're tuckered out, retire to the back room, which feels like a living room straight off the set of Dynasty.
Perfect for a little late-night drama...
