Firsts.
Good or bad, you always remember them.
So when an, er, adult entertainment website (and we don’t mean prairiehomecompanion.org) dives into the bar business for the first time, we have to stop and assess...
Welcome to The Armory Club, an upscale cocktail bar from the good people behind Kink.com, opening Tuesday in the Mission.
This is a cocktail bar, pure and simple. Well, maybe not so pure: it’s owned by the adult film studio across the street. And maybe not so simple: that connection is only subtly implied. Meaning there’s absolutely no porn here, though you may see a rope-tying scene in slow motion on the framed flat-screens. Also some off-duty actors blowing off steam, so to speak.
The vibe: a posh, edgy Victorian lair, ideal for a third date. There are backlit amber-and-onyx-topped bars, cast-iron fireplaces, a tin ceiling and ’40s X-ray lamp sconces. (Of course there are.) Your play: the smaller, more secluded bar in the back. With the red walls and chesterfield sofas, it feels almost like a cigar room (silk robes, though, are frowned upon).
Order a round of Manhattans from either bar. Soon, they’ll have a champagne cart on the weekends, with the promise of bottled cocktail service in a few weeks’ time.
Somewhere, Hef is taking notes.
Good or bad, you always remember them.
So when an, er, adult entertainment website (and we don’t mean prairiehomecompanion.org) dives into the bar business for the first time, we have to stop and assess...
Welcome to The Armory Club, an upscale cocktail bar from the good people behind Kink.com, opening Tuesday in the Mission.
This is a cocktail bar, pure and simple. Well, maybe not so pure: it’s owned by the adult film studio across the street. And maybe not so simple: that connection is only subtly implied. Meaning there’s absolutely no porn here, though you may see a rope-tying scene in slow motion on the framed flat-screens. Also some off-duty actors blowing off steam, so to speak.
The vibe: a posh, edgy Victorian lair, ideal for a third date. There are backlit amber-and-onyx-topped bars, cast-iron fireplaces, a tin ceiling and ’40s X-ray lamp sconces. (Of course there are.) Your play: the smaller, more secluded bar in the back. With the red walls and chesterfield sofas, it feels almost like a cigar room (silk robes, though, are frowned upon).
Order a round of Manhattans from either bar. Soon, they’ll have a champagne cart on the weekends, with the promise of bottled cocktail service in a few weeks’ time.
Somewhere, Hef is taking notes.
