Manhattan NYC: We asked for something sweet.. he growled they were sweetless... then poured of the top shelf.... (we poured out our wallets!)

The clandestine top shelf lodge, near Central Park, near... we were told by Jeanne Newman... what was called "Hell's Kitchen"... no neon sign, bleak cement facade, not even a door man, but yes... a few limos.... the urban holiday for the anonymous celeb.

It begins with a steep escalator ascent in neon yellow and a subdued chill groove. As you scale the crest, the music crescendos and you and your party spill into a vaulted lobby with (fake) plastic ivy and light only in pods, cast upon the anonymous celebs.

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