After dark
The lounge
One low-lit room, a small stage, and a wall of records. This is where the day softens into something slower.
The space
Built around the light, not the noise.
Black walls, brushed brass, and lamps kept deliberately low. Seating is close but never cramped — banquettes along the edges, a handful of stools at the bar, two booths that disappear into the dark. The volume sits under conversation, always.
No screens. No bright menus. Just a candle, a coaster, and whatever's spinning that night.
In the room
A look around
Sound
Music nights
A standing weekly rhythm. No cover unless we say so.