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Thursday, February 17, 2011

MISTER H AT THE MONDRIAN SOHO



This 30's style Shanghai speakeasy run by the crew of Bungalow 8 is not a brothel. It just looks like one.




According to Urban Daddy "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, this would be the one Bogart would've gone to for his midnight gimlet. A red-light district/opium den with walls of distressed damask, floors of checkered jade and gold, taxidermied birds and (despite what the expertly staffed stripper pole would imply) a bright-red neon sign reminding patrons that this is not a brothel.


Order a scorpion bowl (that most ancient of Chinese secrets), head through a curtain of chains and enter into a back room with crimson velour beds, antique mirrors and a red phone perched at each bedside. The phones connect randomly to other beds, so should you find yourself making eyes with raven-haired hellcat from across the room, just pick up your receiver and hope it's her."



Mister H at The Mondrian Soho
9 Crosby Street
New York, NY 10013
(212) 389-1000
official website

Mister H at The Mondrian Soho, open now for private parties, opening to the public March 1.

[Urban Daddy]

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