Why else would you step foot in Au Bar? There’s Upper East I-bankers, B&T Euro-greasers, and plenty of well-heeled foreign businessmen with money to lay down for your $12 cosmos. If you are willing to cough up the $20 cover, the rest is on them. The rococo decor and Abba-meets-Elvis Crespo DJs lend themselves to a night of sleazy decadence.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on June 25, 2008