The cool kids have fled Williamsburg and march lemming like a few blocks North to Greenpoint. Here they fall into the latest club-cum-bar-cum lounge.

Large room with leather banquettes to canoodle in or oggle from. Smaller room for more intimate moments. Like when words ought be spoken, not shouted. Decent sound system thumps out the sounds of some of NYCs hottest DJs and the crowd a mix of the ultra-hip-in-the-know and local gentrifiers.