Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan · bar
A Hell's Kitchen pressure cooker where Broadway dreams, birthday groups, and aggressively supportive strangers collide around a baby grand. The room runs on show tunes and delusion. By your second drink you’re convinced you could understudy Evita. If you leave without losing your voice, you did it wrong.
8oz Wagyu beef, Not-So-Secret-Sauce, lettuce, tomato, bacon, cheddar.
Loaded fries topped with kimchi and sambal chili mayo.
Reposado and montenegro blended with espresso and coconut foam.