by Wm Fleischacker on
When I go to a jazz club, it's all about the feelings. This is mostly because I don't know shit about the technicalities of music in general. All I know is that I'm into it, or I'm not into it. When I was here, I was definitely into it. When you sit in this tightly packed, dimly lit, red velvet enveloped little enclave, you want to be either madly in love or massively heartbroken. You start yearning for someone with whom to silently wander the abandoned city streets at midnight, floating through the smoke coming out of the vents and dodging the garbage bags being tossed across the sidewalks by busboys getting off work. Does anyone really have this kind of life? When you're at Smoke, you really really hope so.
by Elijah Ivie on
Right across from Apartment 24, Atmosphere is a nice lounge (not big) to just kick back with friends, but I wouldn't go there to dance, hence the 3 stars. The music on the first floor is better, or maybe because I prefer trance over rap. As for the cover charge, I don't know how much the cover charge is or how that works, we were on the guest list for an event.