I think Nat would prefer if I didn't make myself a regular at his new bar, but I really wanted Newman to see how fantastic it was so I suggested he meet me there. Plus, our friend Chris was already saddled up anyway, so how could I really be held responsible? Random mirrors, paintings, and sconces adorn the dark blue colored walls. The lights are dim and there's always jazz. Of course we could hear Lady Gaga blasting from the bar downstairs, but we blocked that out while sitting back on the full sized leather couch while sipping a nice glass of red.
A low key evening it was. We eventually needed a change of pace and headed downstairs to Stan and Joe's for some cocktails and people watching. The night ended with Newman, Urn and me back at Ian's, (as evening's often do) ordering late night pizza and drinking beers. Only this time, we lit some long stemmed candles and called ourselves classy.