A handful of photos from ordinary nights — the tables, the counter and the room itself.
These are ordinary nights, not a photo shoot — the same tables, the same counter, the same crowd that turns up most weeks.
Nothing here is dressed up for the camera; a full table on a Saturday looks the same whether anyone is taking a picture of it or not.
Everything past this point is written for adults; the room keeps to an eighteen-plus floor, no exceptions.
A cookie holds this answer for the visit; the cookie notice has the rest of it.
