A big older guy putting on a jockstrap and sneakers ripped our seats and asked whether it had been our very first time. Because of the chipper, big-brother gentleness of the sophomore at freshman orientation, he pointed us across the area.
Paddles is a lengthy, narrow space by having a club (though no liquor is sold or permitted at NY Jacks occasions; alternatively, water and juice are available beside a collection of tiny synthetic cups), identified in dreamy red neon as Whips and Licks Cafe. A set of stairs leads to a mezzanine with a few chairs and pleathery couches; at the other, behind an 8- or 9-foot wall that separates it from the main bar, is a more dimly lit space that leads to a small room with a leather sling — which is where I ended up while looking for the bathroom at one end of the main room. (más…)