Happy Ending

Happy Ending

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Happy Ending's former life was an erotic massage parlor and has been transformed into a club with two floors, each with its own feel. The street level pays homage to the lounge ideal of the days of Frank Sinatra. Set-in red velvet booths offer just the right amount of privacy to engage in a little intimacy, but are public enough to hold court among an endearing crowd. Downstairs kitsch reigns among the original tiling and waist height shower heads, the sauna rooms turned private party coves and the original etched glass swan and naked female mirror. All combine for an intimate, almost indecent atmosphere that harkens back to a pre-Giuliani New York with a touch of 1960s Las Vegas. A diverse clientele drawn by the distinctive style, consistently good music and an over-abundance of sex appeal from their fellow patrons drink in the atmosphere nightly.

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The Scene
This former massage parlor makes a swish stop in this swiftly gentrifying neighborhood. Lounge in banquettes on the ground floor, or descend to the DJ-ready basement, where the original steam rooms have been renovated as tiled booths. The name is a reference to the coy way in which the space's previous occupants used to offer clients a finale to their massage.

The Draw
The vibe is hip and fresh and attracts many of the fashion-forward young things who patronize the avant-garde boutiques nearby. One thing this otherwise excellent venue hasn't yet got right, though, is the house cocktail list. Play it safe and stick to the standards. The Cantonese Mule, with Ketel One, ginger beer and lime juice, is ruined by the addition of Chambord. The house mojito is cloying, although the H.E. martini--Grey Goose and a drizzle of Scotch whisky--shows promise.