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A modern Speakeasy in Downtown Miami celebrates its Grand Opening this weekend, November 10th, 11th& 12th. Situated at 139 NE 1st Street in the historic Dade Commonwealth Building, The Bank Vault Lounge & Gallery takes us back to the roaring twenties with flappers behind the bar serving Capone-era cocktails and a VIP area inside a real, recycled bank vault. Drinks courtesy of Ketel One Vodka, Zacapa Rum and Johnnie Walker will be served while you sway to the sounds of Ralph Good, DJ Obscene, Paul E, Damaged Goods and Paul Arthur. Art installations by Leonardo Hidalgo complement the ‘Prohibiffic’ décor that spills into four different rooms and surrounds you with marble walls, vaulted ceilings and Roman columns. RSVP for this weekend’s festivities by phone or email: 305.373.1515 or RSVP@thebankmiami.com.
The East Village 1st avenue club crawl is famous for being laid back and filled with hipsters and celebs alike. Sutra is one of the many lounges that can uphold that standard.
'Shuffle A Dream' -Little Dragon
This southeast Asian-inspired hotspot has been well put together. Past the curved stone bar in the front, you will find VIP's bumping next to the DJ booth in the back. And just a few steps away is the dance floor where loads of people showcase their latest interpretation of the 'Dougie' while others just bust a move.Candles, velvet curtains, and cherry stained walls, really exude the intimate Asian theme. Not to mention the several buddha statues, and numerous lotus flower visuals- ranging from window decal cut-outs to light fixtures.
The Hotel Breakwater, with enviable real estate on Miami Beach's famous Ocean Drive, has officially reopened its glamorous doors after a multi-million dollar renovation. Originally opened in 1939, the refurbished oceanfront boutique resort offers 100 posh rooms and suites, private penthouses, chic lounges and "unfiltered" concierge services.
Standard rooms, available with city or ocean views, each feature a foyer, king-sized bed, sitting area, writing desk, flat-screen television, entertainment unit, iPod docking station, high-speed internet access, organic mini bar and bathroom with a rejuvenating rainforest shower, double sinks and Pharmacopia products.
When you need some sun, a field to lunch on, and some grass to rest your head, stroll on over to these lush spots for a picnic.
Located on 6th and Race streets, Franklin Square is a family-friendly oasis nestled comfortably in Center City East. As well as a great picnic area, Franklin Square offers all sorts of entertainment for the whole family. Lay out your picnic blanket under a nice big tree and let the kids run wild. Did you forget a blanket? Sit at a picnic table under a tent and enjoy the shade. Play catch on the grass and enjoy the room to run, play a round of minigolf and jump on the carousel right afterward. If you have a picnic basket, then open it up and enjoy; but if not, you can find summer friendly foods at the "SquareBurger," open from April all the way until December.
It’s Saturday morning. You had a lot of plans today. You were supposed to clean the apartment, do the laundry, tinker around with your resume so you can start applying for a new job. The weather is gorgeous, bright and sunny—the warmest it’s been in months. After a little work around the house, you were planning on exploring the city on your new bicycle, then maybe going out for dinner and drinks with your best friend a little later. Drinks? You start to gag at the thought.
Nope, none of those things are going to happen today. You feel like you’ve been pummeled with a frying pan while riding a rollercoaster all night long...before crashing face first into the bottom of a birdcage. Your mouth is dry and your tongue, toxic. Nausea makes every little noise and ray of light feel like utter torture. You moan and clamp a pillow over your head, but that’s not before you realize that you don’t see your purse anywhere near your bed, where you usually dump it before climbing into bed after a late night. It must be near the front door, right? You bolt out of bed to check. Nowhere in sight. You must have lost it last night. Scheisse.
It’s Saturday morning. You had a lot of plans today. You were supposed to clean the apartment, do the laundry, tinker around with your resume so you can start applying for a new job. The weather is gorgeous, bright and sunny—the warmest it’s been in months. After a little work around the house, you were planning on exploring the city on your new bicycle, then maybe going out for dinner and drinks with your best friend a little later. Drinks? You start to gag at the thought.
Nope, none of those things are going to happen today. You feel like you’ve been pummeled with a frying pan while riding a rollercoaster all night long...before crashing face first into the bottom of a birdcage. Your mouth is dry and your tongue, toxic. Nausea makes every little noise and ray of light feel like utter torture. You moan and clamp a pillow over your head, but that’s not before you realize that you don’t see your purse anywhere near your bed, where you usually dump it before climbing into bed after a late night. It must be near the front door, right? You bolt out of bed to check. Nowhere in sight. You must have lost it last night. Scheisse.
Sometimes you just want to get away from it all: from the lines and the poseurs, from the famous and the fame whores, from the same ol’ same ol’. The night scene always gets stale after a while, whether you’re in Los Angeles or New York. But other than sit at home or go to some lame hole in the wall where no one shows up because it, well, sucks, where can you go? Is there some sort of underground nightlife that only a select few know about?
Secret L.A.—it sounds impossible, and maybe in a certain sense it always will be, because when you think about it, statistically speaking, there are bound to be at least 5,000 people in the city who share the exact same idea of what constitutes a good time, and shortly after you find your very own cool, “unknown” spot, they'll find it too, elongating the line, driving up prices, and, of course, ruining your experience. Still, there are some places that have at least the semblance of secrecy. These spots are probably a little under the radar or at least it appear to be—and in this city, one can’t really ask for more than that.
We’re pretty sure that there is no other place else in DC where you can attend what can only be called a crazy vodka fueled house party hosted by your long-lost Russian granny. Located in a historic three floor townhouse, the Russia House offers customers such an authentic experience that you might as well be in St. Petersburg; from the dark walls, chandeliers, peeling wallpaper, wood burning fireplaces, heavy red drapery, baroque burgundy carpets, high-back chairs, fancy chaise lounges, and long wooden tables, not to mention a stoic staff who seem to take great pleasure in guaranteeing your hangover, it’s a one way ticket straight to the motherland. And if you’re not careful, a night here can be such a trip that you just might not make it back home.
A typical Monday night may consist of cooking dinner and plopping down on the couch to watch the beginning primetime shows for the week. After all, the weekend’s just ended and there is not much to do. Local DJ’s Richie Panic, Key&Kite and Q Bar are changing this with a night they like to call "Wanted".
Thrown weekly, Wanted puts a different spin on the typical Castro night out. By incorporating self-made remixes, on-the-fly mixing and the latest in indie-dance music, Wanted has become one of the most popular nights in San Francisco, regardless of the day of the week.
The atmosphere at Cuchi Cuchi, a saucy small plates restaurant/cocktail lounge, offers a welcome change of pace in a city notorious for being just a little too buttoned up. Glamorously designed in vivid colors and vintage décor, and with a staff outfitted in retro attire, Cuchi Cuchi immediately transports you to the salon party of a belle époque era bon vivant.
The décor is artfully sensuous, decadent, yet tasteful; a 19th century French Salome painting in a massive Rococo frame and a bronze nude sculptural fountain frame a doorway, colorful glass lamps cast a moody glow across the room, and an aged hardwood bar silently beckons to the thirsty. Over the bar hang three striking blue-green stained glass windows from a 19th century Chicago restaurant and the intimate rear dining room features glittering glass brick partitions and walls of gold-veined mirrors. The exposed rafts give you the strange sense that you are standing on a stage as the 1930s music playing in the background hums and pops with a low-tech crackle.
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