'Tude-lite gay bar. Only silently judging you. Unassuming door front leads into den of well-put-together Chelsea boys on the early night prowl. Circular orange-lit lounge in back can be one big grope-fest, watch where you step. Pretty young barboys and a few female bff's thrown in for good measure. Stick around for cabaret. You'd have me down on my knees, wouldn't you, Barracuda?