And now, a fake letter from a new subterranean cocktail den cum all-night dance circus to you:
“Dear Person,
“In anticipation of our opening on Thursday, we wanted to take this opportunity to welcome you to a world where the Hawthorn exists.
“You’ll find us somewhere between the Financial District and Union Square. We can’t tell you much more than that. Just look for an unmarked metal door next to Agent Provocateur.
“Listen for the sounds of our Void Tri Motion sound system. It’s the only one of its kind in the country. It’s there so the DJs can make you dance.
“But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’re going to start things slow. Happy-hour-style. When you walk down the stairs, we’ll be waiting in the dark. So will our champagne-colored banquettes, velvet chairs and crystal chandeliers.
“And make sure you say hi to our barman. We took note of his work at Alembic and 15 Romolo and thought... we bet that guy could create a mean riff on a tequila sunrise with mezcal and housemade Campari-grenadine. Boy, were we right.
“Feel free to rent out our Napoleon Room, too. We made sure it had a gold-framed print of Mr. Bonaparte riding a horse in it.
“K, see you soon.”
“Dear Person,
“In anticipation of our opening on Thursday, we wanted to take this opportunity to welcome you to a world where the Hawthorn exists.
“You’ll find us somewhere between the Financial District and Union Square. We can’t tell you much more than that. Just look for an unmarked metal door next to Agent Provocateur.
“Listen for the sounds of our Void Tri Motion sound system. It’s the only one of its kind in the country. It’s there so the DJs can make you dance.
“But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’re going to start things slow. Happy-hour-style. When you walk down the stairs, we’ll be waiting in the dark. So will our champagne-colored banquettes, velvet chairs and crystal chandeliers.
“And make sure you say hi to our barman. We took note of his work at Alembic and 15 Romolo and thought... we bet that guy could create a mean riff on a tequila sunrise with mezcal and housemade Campari-grenadine. Boy, were we right.
“Feel free to rent out our Napoleon Room, too. We made sure it had a gold-framed print of Mr. Bonaparte riding a horse in it.
“K, see you soon.”
