Looking to rid yourself of the unbearable lightness of being or to draw your bad decisions in beauty; you can do both well and proper at the Experimental Cocktail Club (ECC).
ECC is Baroque, Rococo; Art Deco meets hipsters’ wit. Four to the floor! The space is worth placing atop of a fountain in the herb garden in a Florentine palace court. It’s time to enjoy everything that life has to offer (like the Florentines). So before your soul fossilizes into the canons of maturity swim down to SOHO and pay a visit. Adopt the air of a bespoke tailor, an elegant classic pose and enter life less ordinary.
If you make it down on a Saturday night you might find in residence one of the very best masterminds of the cocktail. (For calling him a bartender is condescending.) I hope you too one day meet the venerable Mr. Rafael. Like his renaissance artist incarnation he crafts smiles and cloudy dreams, frostless, with spirits of choice and infuses your weekend with pure class – no bones about it. And. Do bring the blades of your pink knife (tongue) along. For conversations are flowing — finely lubricated. Story telling of magnificent scale is a foot at ECC. Alternatively holding a book or rosary beads to indicate learning or piety can be used as a powerful non-verbal communicator here.
Lend a hand to the ones seeking Exodus, Guilty Pleasures, Zion, King Lear, The Persistence of Time (various cocktail names). Those will help you to become superbly adoptable to the city conditions. Swimming long distances through icy pools of vodka will be no longer required. Plus, hunting grounds are in close proximity. Above all, get a cocktail, sit on the piano and play a symphony to remind everyone that the air is delicious, the fury of the elements will be gone soon and that NYC is the center of the universe.
Be a visionary and utter the magic words with a smile. Escape the island mentality! Only for the developed palate! I kid you not! To Charlemagne, cheers!
— Milen Vasilev
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