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Jul 30
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I’m not sure why (assumably because of the potted plants, balcony, lack of light and crowd) but the Jane Hotel’s Ballroom is starting to really remind me of Bungalow 8 during its heyday. I suppose that the comparison is even more appropriate given the Ballroom’s close proximity to Armin Amiri (former gatekeeper of Bungalow)’s now-closed Socialista spot. If you ever have the opportunity to go, I highly suggest that you check it out… The Jane Hotel’s Ballroom wears its exclusive airs with pride: The storied boîte, updated by Waverly Inn vet Sean MacPherson, and run by Matt Kliegman and Carlos Quirarte of the Smile, packs one tough door. The space is impressive, blessed with both titanic dimensions and old-world ambience. The design, too, is lavish: There are antique area rugs, a sea of wing chairs, a grand fireplace, a bevy of stuffed critters, a decaying disco ball, and enormous, velvet-draped windows. A balcony offers a view at the humming masses below. On the drinks menu are ambitiously named specialty cocktails (the Hedwig, the Punjab, the D.F. 68), wines by the glas, German and British beer imports, and good old Budweiser. (via)

I’m not sure why (assumably because of the potted plants, balcony, lack of light and crowd) but the Jane Hotel’s Ballroom is starting to really remind me of Bungalow 8 during its heyday. I suppose that the comparison is even more appropriate given the Ballroom’s close proximity to Armin Amiri (former gatekeeper of Bungalow)’s now-closed Socialista spot. If you ever have the opportunity to go, I highly suggest that you check it out…

The Jane Hotel’s Ballroom wears its exclusive airs with pride: The storied boîte, updated by Waverly Inn vet Sean MacPherson, and run by Matt Kliegman and Carlos Quirarte of the Smile, packs one tough door. The space is impressive, blessed with both titanic dimensions and old-world ambience. The design, too, is lavish: There are antique area rugs, a sea of wing chairs, a grand fireplace, a bevy of stuffed critters, a decaying disco ball, and enormous, velvet-draped windows. A balcony offers a view at the humming masses below. On the drinks menu are ambitiously named specialty cocktails (the Hedwig, the Punjab, the D.F. 68), wines by the glas, German and British beer imports, and good old Budweiser. (via)