This used to be a very different situation. In the days when the Cobrasnake was a thing, people danced and
DJ’d and wore little clothing here. It was fun. Nothing wrong with that. But this is… completely
different. It’s mostly for eating that crucial final meal of the day, in the form of lamb two ways and duck steak and Raymos Gin Fizzes to be had.
And it’s tropical, for some reason, and just set way back in the building, so you’re away from winter,
and you can deny that it’s here. Denial works, sometimes. Right? In any case, it’s got a
bit of a Paul’s Baby Grand vibe going on, and winter can’t exist in that.
And soon the downstairs will be happening again. So… we lied. That’ll be a better version of what it
used to be, with the rhythmic moving and all.
