Obivia: This dimly lit, exotic NoLita lounge is named for one of the co-owner’s young daughters, though it’s the kind of place no girl would ever want her father to know she’s been. Beneath palm fronds and the seductive glow of red lighting, sketchy banker types and artsy Euro trash scope for willing prey. If nothing suits their fancy, they can always turn their attention to the ’70s-era porn—or on more chaste nights, just plain B movies—playing on plasma screens mounted around the lounge. With 22 artful martinis and liquor flights served in petal-strewn blocks of ice, there is plenty of alcohol flowing to aid in the seduction; happy hour runs from 5pm-8pm. And if the night ends before the bottle does, a mere $500 rents the players here a liquor locker for a year. |
