This weekend, you say goodbye to an hour.
And hello to a tucked-away, burlesque-having cocktail spot.
You’ll take that trade every time.
It’s called The Red Room, a third-floor crown jewel of a cocktail and live-performance spot, now open above KGB Bar in the East Village. Regarding this place, here’s what to know...
There’s a past here.
Before well-known writers started sharing their literary glories downstairs at KGB Bar, this building was where Lucky Luciano ran his brothel/speakeasy/casino, Palm Casino. So, you know, it’s got a track record.
To get there, go up.
Just off 4th Street, you’ll see the neon sign for KGB. Climb past the first-floor box office. Past the bar level. To the top of that old uneven staircase. You’ll see a bright-red door with a brass flap on it. That’s the place. Grab a spot along one of the tufted-leather banquettes, order up a Casino (champagne and Chartreuse) and... drink it.
Tonight is burlesque night.
Every Friday is. That small stage in the far corner—the one with the upright piano and the classic Unidyne microphone—it’ll never be empty. Big-band orchestras. Late-night jazz trios. And hopefully someone who’ll utilize the old copper bathtub by the bar.
Our money’s on the jazz trio.
And hello to a tucked-away, burlesque-having cocktail spot.
You’ll take that trade every time.
It’s called The Red Room, a third-floor crown jewel of a cocktail and live-performance spot, now open above KGB Bar in the East Village. Regarding this place, here’s what to know...
There’s a past here.
Before well-known writers started sharing their literary glories downstairs at KGB Bar, this building was where Lucky Luciano ran his brothel/speakeasy/casino, Palm Casino. So, you know, it’s got a track record.
To get there, go up.
Just off 4th Street, you’ll see the neon sign for KGB. Climb past the first-floor box office. Past the bar level. To the top of that old uneven staircase. You’ll see a bright-red door with a brass flap on it. That’s the place. Grab a spot along one of the tufted-leather banquettes, order up a Casino (champagne and Chartreuse) and... drink it.
Tonight is burlesque night.
Every Friday is. That small stage in the far corner—the one with the upright piano and the classic Unidyne microphone—it’ll never be empty. Big-band orchestras. Late-night jazz trios. And hopefully someone who’ll utilize the old copper bathtub by the bar.
Our money’s on the jazz trio.
