En vodka pravda. Russian mean girls who can drink you under the table. Communism makes you tough, people. Early '90s hotspot still holds some allure as broken mirrors and Soviet chic are always the hotness. Waitresses look like ex-Liberty ballers. Ideal for multiple vodka martinis deep beneath street level. No, you're not that drunk, it's just Cyrillic. Hot Eastern Euro crowd hits the upstairs lounge to stealthily determine who's the blondest, tannest, coldest bitch around.