What happens when you take ancient Greek and Roman dining concepts, an Austrian count by way of Holland, of-the-moment celebrities and some of the most groan-worthy wordplay a new millennium had ever seen? You get the brief era where beds in bars were the hottest thing going in American nightlife.
“This’ll never work in Miami,” thought nightlife impresario Michael Capponi after his friend Oliver Hoyos flew him out to the Netherlands in the late-1990s to visit something called Supperclub. “Everyone was smoking pot, lying around in beds, it was that kind of scene.”
An Austrian count—seriously—born to a line of wealthy European bankers, Hoyos had found great success in the 1990s organizing raves in Amsterdam. He was now looking to set up his first nightclub. “The millennium was nearing. Y2K. It was already August of 1999 when I asked my friends, ‘What do you want to do for New Year’s?’”
No one had any ideas, but Hoyos had a grand one: A nightclub built, perhaps, for one night only. “If it works, great, we’ll keep it open,” he recalls telling them. “If it doesn’t, who cares? It will still be the greatest party ever!”
With $700,000 of his and his friend’s money, Hoyos arrived in Miami on August 13th knowing nothing about the city’s nightlife codes. He quickly found real estate, though, in a rectangular shitbox on the 9th Street block of Washington Avenue where countless other bars had already gone belly-up in the past decade.
“It looked like a nuclear test site,” recalls Hoyos. “No one had been inside in a few years, and the previous tenant’s furniture was still set up.” New Year’s was now just 13 weeks away, and he immediately went to work redesigning the inside with cheap plywood and $3-a-foot, high-density foam, taking interior inspiration from his beloved Supperclub.
It appears one thing was expressly forbidden at B.E.D. Yelp reviewer Edie H. recalls accidentally dozing off only to have a bouncer rouse her with a stern admonition: “Ma’am, you have to wake up, or we’ll escort you out. There’s no sleeping in the beds!”
Amsterdam’s Supperclub opened in 1991 as, according to The Guardian, “an anarcho-artists’ collective with bug-eyed radicals squatting on mattresses plotting to overthrow multinationals.” (Hoyos claims it was really just four very wealthy friends of his who wanted their own private space to party.) Not surprisingly, the club was popular with Amsterdam’s elite, but it was not exactly profitable—anarcho-artistic ambitions rarely are—and the place was nearly bankrupt when textile magnate Bert van der Leden purchased it in 1997. Van der Leden’s vision? Keep the same underground vibe, but turn Supperclub into a legitimate restaurant… with beds.
Soon, the gay-friendly, retro-futurist, three-roomed spot had become famed for its dominatrix waitresses with trays of slurpable oysters served between their legs, performance artists, pole-dancers, fortune-telling penis “readers” in the bathrooms, a cross-dressing American maitre d’ named “Howie” and, most importantly, stylish diners eating multicourse dinners off trays placed in the center of stark, white beds.
Supperclub was (and remains) the first bed-in-a-bar establishment. In modern times, that is. Hoyos was familiar with ancient Greek and Roman concepts like the triclinium, a formal dining room in which three chaise-lounge-type seats were arranged around a table. (Picture a hedonistic, Etruscan emperor in a toga laying on his side as nude slaves fed him grapes and poured goblets of wine into his face.)
Amazingly, according to Keith Bradley, the Professor Emeritus of Classics at Notre Dame, this style of dining was considered refined at the time. “The Romans’ style of dining was supposed to be relaxed, not formal,” he says. “It was to promote a time for stimulating, intellectual discussion, and was generally a mark of good standing in society.”
Opening on December 29, 1999, Hoyos’s Miami outpost cheekily called itself B.E.D. The club’s “mattresses” were actually made from that cheap foam, cut into long shapes to fit along the club’s walls, sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling dividing the “beds.” Total design costs were around $600. With the acronym standing for Beverage, Entertainment, Dining, Hoyos tried his best to honor each letter. Entertainment would come from hip-hop artists like Nas, R. Kelly and Fat Joe who were always guaranteed to be blaring over the speakers as video jockeys projected psychedelic images on big screens. There was also some serious effort put into the B and D.
Each night would see four different seatings—“layings,” as the club officially called them—where bedded customers could drink Champagne and dine on French chef Vitor Casassola’s high-end dishes like Pan-Seared Chilean Sea Bass and Australian lamb in a mustard-tarragon sauce. (The only item Casassola refused to ever prepare for B.E.D.? Soup.)
As Rick Marin of the New York Times declared in an early review, “You can’t just open a restaurant anymore, as any leisure impresario desperate for attention knows. You’ve got to create a scene, a gimmick.”
Nevertheless, such a strange gimmick was still going to need a major boost to get off the ground in a place like Miami Beach. Luckily, after witnessing the organic success of the club in its early days, Michael Capponi was finally willing to jump into B.E.D by the start of 2000.
Only 27 at the time, Capponi had already found great success in his short life as perhaps the area’s top club promoter, having been a major fixture on the scene since he was just 16 years old. Page Six’s Richard Johnson called him “The godfather of Miami nightlife” while the Miami Herald had already anointed him “The SoBe Prince.”
Capponi decided to organize a signature weekly party to firmly put B.E.D. on the Miami Beach map. Soon, his “Wednesdays in B.E.D.” was the hottest event of Miami’s club week, with early-aughs A-listers like Paris Hilton, Busta Rhymes, Johnny Knoxville and Britney Spears frequently hitting the scene. Florida Marlins pitcher Josh Beckett even partied at B.E.D. just a few nights before his Game Six win in the 2003 World Series. In fact, Wednesday night was so legendary it even spawned a briefly famous doorman, Fabrizio Brienza, an Italian sometimes model/sometimes softcore porn actor, described by the Miami New Times as “a door god.” (His terse policy: “Scumbags out; cool people in.”)
With beds in a bar, though, there was always the high potential for shenanigans—which was, to some degree, exactly the point. “Asked if things ever gets out of hand at B.E.D.,” noted the New York Times in 2001, “(Hoyos) said nothing goes on that does not fall ‘within the legal limits of the state of Florida.’” Though, it appears one thing was expressly forbidden at B.E.D. Yelp reviewer Edie H. recalls accidentally dozing off only to have a bouncer rouse her with a stern admonition: “Ma’am, you have to wake up, or we’ll escort you out. There’s no sleeping in the beds!”
Capponi’s Wednesdays in B.E.D. ran for six solid years. “Club trends only run five, six, maybe seven years before fading out. But that night really revolutionized everything in Miami,” recalls Capponi fondly. By early 2001, Hoyos realized the time had come to expand the empire to other destinations, namely, New York City: “We were holding onto a freight train going at full speed!”
Like most hip things happening in New York at the time, it was Samantha Jones who alerted the nation’s rubes to this phenomenon. In a Season 6 episode of Sex and the City you’ve definitely seen, “The Post-It Always Sticks Twice,” Carrie Bradshaw laments the end of her relationship to Berger (Ron Livingston) after he broke up with her the night (and episode) before via Post-It note.
To get over this unexpected breakup and give her a “fantastic” night out, Samantha decides to take the foursome to opening night at B.E.D. Cue Ms. Bradshaw’s voiceover: “Since people often go to bars to get people into bed, it was only a matter of time until people cut out the middleman and put beds in bars.” While shirtless guys shake up drinks and sexy women in satin bathrobes serve them in a nightclub that looks more like their Silvercup Studios set than an actual hip nightclub, a series of har-har puns and bad double entendres follow. (Miranda slips and falls into a male diner’s bed: “I didn’t even have to buy you dinner.” Carrie unexpectedly runs into one of Berger’s friends and flips out on him: “I just learned you should never go to B.E.D. angry.”
Amazingly, though, that episode ran in August of 2003, a good 15 months before New York had its first bed in a nightclub. Hoyos had told the episode’s writer that New York’s location would be up-and-running by then; instead, he’d been delayed by both the events of 9/11 and a shady business partner.
By 2007, both B.E.D. and Duvet were being bombarded by the hoi polloi. The official Sex and the City Bus Tour had made driving by B.E.D.—which didn’t even have a marquee—a designated stop along with Magnolia Bakery and the sex toys shop where Charlotte once purchased the vaunted “Rabbit” vibrator.
Finally, in December 2004, two equal behemoths in B.E.D. and Duvet appeared in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. Hoyos had decided to team up with Dirk Van Stockum, a New York nightlife veteran (Life, Float, crobar) for New York’s B.E.D. Set on West 27th Street in outer Chelsea, it would be bigger and better than Miami’s—not to mention one of the largest dining establishments in all of Manhattan. The sixth-floor venue featured 23 custom-built mattresses sponsored by TempurPedic, able to accommodate up to ten patrons per “laying.” In fixing a problem from the Miami locale, guests were now presented with a pair of designer socks—in either black or nude—so as to not be forced to lounge barefoot.
“The women at B.E.D. seemed more comfortable than the men, zipping off their boots and curling up like cats while their dates kept shifting into various self-consciously cool reposes,” the New York Times noticed.
Meanwhile, the 20,000-square-foot, two-level Duvet opened a half-dozen blocks away—it’s motto: “Upscale dining, while reclining”—serving Asian-inspired dishes and sugary cocktails with names like Sweet Dream, Pillow Talk and the signature White Satin Mojito. It had a staff known as the “Pajama Patrol” and an Andrés Escobar interior design that included Venetian plaster walls, silver leaf-speckled ceilings and a colorful lighting arrangement that infused the entire club in constantly-changing pink and teal hues.
Soon, beds were popping up at other various hotspots around the city. By early 2005 there were five Manhattan spots where you could fully drink and dine in bed. There was Highline a little further downtown where, according to Newsday, “white damask sheets cover(ed) Swiss Thermapedic mattresses.” There was Jeffrey Chodorow’s Ono in the Gansevoort Hotel and Underbar in the basement of Union Square’s W Hotel. There was even a French-Vietnamese restaurant in the West Village, Hue, which placed beds in its VIP rooms.
Even so, in Bon Appétit‘s January 2005 “What’s Hot, What’s Not, What’s Next?” issue, bed bars and restaurants were placed firmly on the “What’s Not?” list. Nevertheless, B.E.D. started expanding to more cities. The third spot was Atlanta, where a B.E.D. opened in the downtown Glenn Hotel in February of 2006.
Supperclubs had also now sprung up in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Istanbul and even on a cruise ship. Then, came the copycats like BED Club in England, Bed Nightclub in Northern Ireland and The Bedroom Nightclub in Brisbane. The two bed bar icons’ names were merged for a knock-off called Bed Supperclub, which became wildly successful in Bangkok. There was even The Bedroom VIP Lounge in lovely Baltimore, of all places.
All signs seemed to indicate that the bed bar bubble was near. But for the fiscal year of 2006, B.E.D. brought in gross sales topping $22 million with net profits of over 20 percent, with reports of Hoyos and his partners planning nearly a dozen more B.E.D.s across the planet, in cities such as Los Angeles, Las Vegas, London and Dubai.
He’d never get around to them.
By 2007, both B.E.D. and Duvet were being bombarded by the hoi polloi. The official Sex and the City Bus Tour had made driving by B.E.D.—which didn’t even have a marquee—a designated stop along with Magnolia Bakery and the sex toys shop where Charlotte once purchased the vaunted “Rabbit” vibrator. Now visitors to B.E.D. and Duvet during this era were all of the sudden becoming a little less… cool.
A peek at Yelp reviews from 2007 paints a sad but frequently similar picture. A sample: “Ok I confess, my girls and I went to BED because we wanted to do that whole Sex and the city [sic] themed NY trip … complete with our own designated counterparts (I’m Charlotte :p).” Still, such an explosive concept like B.E.D. was never going to merely fizzle out. It would take tragedy to put an end to the dream.
In February of 2007, a inebriated Bronx man celebrating his 35th birthday got into a skirmish with Granville Adams, a manager at B.E.D. During the ensuing fracas, Adams slammed the man against the club’s elevators, accidentally causing them to open, and sending the clubgoer headfirst down the shaft. Adams, a part-time actor who had once portrayed prisoner Zahir Arif on the HBO show Oz, was charged with criminally negligent homicide (the charges were eventually dropped).
His empire becoming too much trouble for him to rule over any longer—not to mention the possibility of lawsuits growing ever more concerning—Hoyos immediately closed New York and Atlanta’s B.E.D. for good and sold his interests in the Miami locale. He went back to Europe to stay at a friend’s house in Spain where “I basically sat still for six months not even speaking,” he recalls. “After shaking probably three millions hands in the previous decade, I’d lost my social battery.”
Hoyos now lives in Frankfurt, Germany, where a few years ago he opened a popular fast-casual joint called Burger Baby. He’s glad he’s out of the nightclub business, though still remembers his B.E.D. days fondly: “I’ve been to bed with over two million women. Not even Casanova can say that!”
Later in 2007, Duvet also faced tragedy when rapper Fabolous was reportedly on the scene as a childhood friend of his was fatally stabbed outside the venue. The New York Post reported that over the next two years, the cops were summoned to the club 42 times. Then, in December of 2009, a Duvet bouncer (who was incidentally an ex-con) sexually assaulted a woman in one of the club’s bathroom stalls. The State Liquor Authority voted unanimously to shutter the joint—which had recently taken the unfortunate name “Club Climax”—for good.
In the summer of 2011, B.E.D. Miami finally whimpered to a close. According to Page Six, the final straw was when a Season 2 episode of the Jersey Shore filmed in the once-chic nightclub, “put(ting) a sour taste in the mouths of South Beach elitists.” (The nightclub’s website is still online for whatever reason, some optimist apparently still footing the GoDaddy bill.)
Today, Washington Avenue has become a place hip locals rarely visit any more. It only has a few remaining major nightclubs like Mansion, and the two-lane street is now mainly packed with tacky T-shirt stands, coffee shops, convenience stores, a Burger King “Whopper Bar” and even a pole-dancing studio.
“B.E.D. came at a very unique time in Miami Beach history,” recalls Capponi, now the founder of InList, a smartphone app designed to help average Joes get inside the ropes at today’s hottest nightclubs. “When real money got here around the millennium, a lot of wealthy Europeans came with it. That was where Oliver was from. They were trust fund kids from old money Europe—the real jet-set Monte Carlo crowd mixing with models and celebrities,” he says. “I’ve been involved in South Beach nightlife since basically its inception—1989—and that was the best clientele we’ve had in any cycle. Those were truly the glory days.”
Though a few international bed-in-a-bar concepts still remain, the former sites of America’s B.E.D.s have sat vacant for years. Manhattan’s B.E.D. locale was empty and dormant until 2011, when a British theatrical company turned it into a performance space called The McKittrick Hotel. Fittingly, they now put on a popular immersive play called Sleep No More.
Illustrations: Natalie K. Nelson
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Bed doesn't seem to get much love here on Yelp and it seems like its a tourist only destination based on the Sex and the City episode. That's a lesson about product placement isn't it? It is also the reason that we were there as my former roommate booked the reservation because though she is now married she imagines a Carrie Bradshaw type life especially when she is in NYC. I'm not into places at that are crowded or the hot thing of the minute but I loved BED. O yes, our service was slow but there is a fine difference between waiting, and waiting and waiting will sitting and waiting while laying down amidst closest friends with generous amounts of liquor, you can pass out! you can cuddle! ahh just thinking about it makes me want to take my quesadilla and a book and rush off to my own bed. We enjoyed it so much for dinner that we ended up coming here for the rooftop Sunday brunch. And BED doesn't open until 2 pm for brunch, that's right 2 pm! because NYC knows how to do Brunch, its late and it lasts all day! Maybe that's why I am always disappointed with brunch in SF. Brunch should be a bout laying around, gorging yourself with champagne, eggs, carbladen croissants and breads and buns and hanging out with the folks you loved most. BED makes this possible with cute staff to serve you while you're at it.
I hate this place --- everything sucks here! -DJ -Music -Atmosphere -People -Ambience -Venue So you get the Jest~it sucked!
I go on Sundays for breakfast in B.E.D. It's not so bad. I like how it's in the middle of nowhere, with no sign, and that you have to take an elevator up to the 6th floor. Makes me feel like I'm about to have a secret rendevous adventure. If it's a nice day, I'll have brunch on the rooftop beds.
Went on a Friday or Sat night. The bouncers were tripping. They were denying people left and right as if this was the hottest club in NYC. We were on a guestlist so after waiting 30 mins in the VIP line and lots of name dropping, we get in. After getting in, we see that the place is half-empty! WTF! The music was decent hip-hop but nothing special. Not many people were dancing and the place stayed only half full the whole night. The crowd was mixed, but for the size of the place, not many people were there. There were some attractive girls in there, but the way the bouncers were tripping outside, you'd expect only models and celebs to be in there. The upstairs/outdoor part was okay, but everyone up there was just hanging in their groups on their beds. Not a lot of mingling going on. By the way, the whole Bed thing seems very gimmicky. Very few girls were willing to dance. My friend and I made the most of it, but the place is not worth the hassle the bouncers put you through. If not for them, I might have gave the place 2.5 stars.
Thought it was overrated. My girlfriend wanted to go here when we were in NYC, since she had seen it Sex and The City (I know, I'm a tourist). I gave it a shot. While the rooftop beds were cool, the people were generally pretty snobbish and it sort of gave off a bad vibe to me....I preferred the place where we were earlier, The Hotel Gansevoort.
i honestly did not enjoy my time here- HOWEVER, i like the outdoor roof area, the decor, and cuteness of intricate things inside the club. i was there on Monday going back and forth from Pink Elephant and here. the atmosphere? well, i don't know how it usually is... but it was a total industry party. everyone passes out cards, and trying to impress executives, producers, celebrities, etc. had MANY sightings, but the vibe was sooooo cheesy (groupies, models, singers, etc. all trying to get discovered) so i barely paid no mind to all the cool people who were there. i do like the elevator. it was fun. the drinks, utlra strong- i didn't even remember what i ordered b/c it didn't taste like anything at all. 12 bucks for a stupid drink. pleh. music was LAME-O b/c the DJ's were probably trying to impress the music execs/producers by playing their cuts... but c'mon! i could have spun better than them. the rooftop DJ was horrid. couldn't fade into a freakin' song properly. sound faded in and out. not that anyone noticed- since they were too busy networking and trying to do tricks for everyone. haha. at Pink Elephant, P.Diddy was throwing an after party for the CFDA (Fashion Awards)- so it was oozing w/ paparazzi and celebs. after 2am everyone from Pink Elephant started coming to BED. i only wanted to come here to get AWAY from all that craziness, but ended up getting bum rushed by P.Diddy's crowd. boo.
I haven't eaten at Bed, and I haven't had the pure bar/club experience. But I did attend a company event held there. It was catered, and the hors d'oeuvres were great, especially the little quesadillas and spring rolls. The venue was flexible in terms of what we could do with the space. We brought in a smoke machine that we could project video on, and the staff agreed to wear special shirts and jackets for the themed event. Because the first floor was cleared for the event, I have no sense of what the restaurant's layout is like, but I quite liked the view of the city through the windows downstairs -- as well as the upstairs space. Had the weather been better, I'm sure the sides would have been raised -- that's probably pretty neat. The event staff seemed great to work with. Planners, take note.
Havnt tasted the food here.. even though it looked great... really chill ... just had a few drinks here... i liked the concept... of instead of tables... you have beds.... im sure there have been some scandolous nights behind those curtains in the past lol...
Love it here. The upstairs deck is also really pretty because of the view. Hard to get into though....be ready to make reservations....
Gross. I went here with my friends and spent far too much money for what we got. The women were stuffy, the line was long and the place was utterly sub-par. Like the theme, but passing out just intensifies when you have beds all around you. You would expect for them to cut you off after you purchase four bottles of vodka, but no my friend they encourage you to drink until you black out. Avoid like the plague, will only be fun if you buy hookers and have them in tow...that actually would be a great idea.
BED is kind of boring. It's super exclusive policy at the door doesn't match the inside...the patrons aren't all that hot. It appears to be a sexy club on Sex and the City...but in reality, I don't feel like getting cozy in any of the beds there but rather, getting sleepy in my own.
As a restaurant, I can't review. I have absolutely no interest in dining with my shoes off on a fabric covered mattress that people have done god knows what on. Rather, I came here to meet friends for a Saturday night out. I don't know if it's me just being prejudiced to the New York City "club" scene, or what people consider entertainment value these days, or that this place is actually just lame. Probably a combination of both. The space is interesting in design--the roof (enclosed for winter, but still smoker-friendly) is quite nice. But drinks are expensive and watered down (typical) and the cover charge is about $30, and the crowd is just, well, uninspired. You be the judge if it's worth it all, I guess.
Ok I confess, my girls and I went to BED because we wanted to do that whole Sex and the city themed NY trip...complete with our own designated counterparts (I'm Charlotte :p) The outside was nothing much to brag about. I think we walked past the entrance 3 times before we all said...oh this is it? Theeeeennn we climbed God knows how many flights of stairs (didnt realize there was an elevator til we left) to get to a dimly lit maze of hallways. Somehow we did manage to make our way to the lounge without getting mugged. I was disappointed that it looked nothing like the show, and to make matters worse, there was a minimum to get a bed, (which I guess is pretty understandable. ) But I sucked it up, ordered some crabcakes, took my shoes off (hiding my poorly manicured toes under their oh-so-soft pillows) and actually had a good time with the gals. Eating in bed also left me feeling a lil bit....rebelious! All in all, good place to people watch, but don't expect me to jump back into bed anytime soon.
So the elevator, like when Al Pacino visits Albert and his brother in a club on Avarado(?), was super cool. Except on the way down. It took a while. Really, really cool place. I had the chance to come here right after work for some failure of a party and then watch the place swell as the normal wednesday crowd started to seep in. Its a very large multi-level space, with what looks like a concierge desk instead of a coat check (I accidentally bumped into one of those rows of metal strings next to the stairs because I couldn't focus my eyes as I was taking a look around. Awesome clumsy.) Anywho the main level had an incredibly slick look to it, although I just popped my head in. I went upstairs to drain my income spending a six-pack's worth of money on one beer. Its a nice, very airy, very large lounge with what turned out to be a fairly long bathroom line. The beds are sweet, everything just feels wispy, with the drapes and the openness to the outside. Oh wait, okay it kind of reminds me of an Ethan Allen commercial, the one with the lizard for decoration, taking hints from more tropical, warmer climates. In a good way. It felt fresh. Except that the beds are reserved for bottle service. I did not go outside (it was a bit nipply). The crowd went from comfortable and boring to getting really lively with a median age of 31, lots of eye candy, and extras from numerous Sex and the City episodes populating what were before empty tables and trying to dance a little because well the bad music was loud enough that I couldn't hear anything. On this particular night there were a lot of women from Jersey. They kept talking about Montclair and how they were so excited to be here and do shots. That's terrific.
Showed up at BED in costume after a halloween party, and it was a blast. Didn't have any food. Just went upstairs to our "bed" where we danced and partied all night long downing vodka cocktails. Fabulous! I really loved this place. I don't know if it's because everyone was in such a festive mood with all the Halloween costumes or what. But the music was totally an awesome mix of hip hop, 80s and house. My gfriend and I were standing on the bed dancing around singing quite a bit!! Good times baby!
This is essentially a restuarant where instead of being seated at tables, your party gets a bed. Novel concept but it's really the kind of place that you go to once or twice before the uniqueness wears off. And if you're a Sex and the City fan you probably know that this is the restaurant where Carrie tells Bergers friends he was bad in bed. You probably also now know that I watch way too much of that show.
I really give the clubish main floor section of BED maybe 2 stars, but I gave 3 stars for the upstairs lounge on roofdeck for its atmosphere, view, beds as lounge areas, space and 2 bars. Its good to chill with good company as there are the pretentious people in that area, whilst all the wierdos and euro trash are down on the dance floor with bad dancing, ok music, and tooo dark atmosphere for the "types on the dancefloor". it was a weekend night. maybe there are better days for the dancefloor portion. but for the roof lounge, i liked it.
I'm not sure which came first, BED or DUVET, but I've been to both and I must say I enjoyed the atmosphere at DUVET much better. I think everyone going to DUVET make sure they all had a pedicure that same day, I mean I went and got mine. And the bedroom slippers are so comfortable. So if it was a choice between BED and DUVET, I'm heading back to DUVET. It just seems to have a bit more class (still expensive though).
I came here at about 1am on a Saturday and the place was really crowded and crazy... We had to wait outside for a little bit because they were ushering celebrities into the elevator and we enjoyed the 6 floor walk to the top. Even so it's worth coming here just for the atmosphere even if on the lst level there were drunk kids jumping on the beds to 80's music... We had a good time...
Come to Bed, baby! My first experience was at Aisha's (Steve Wonder's daughter) birthday party. The ambiance and people were way cool. I also recognized the name of this place from an episode of Sex and the City, but I couldn't recognize the actual interior decor from the show. As opposed to how I saw this in the show, it's not 2 floors but only one. The lighting is also different, more rouge and less aqua. I would've also liked to tell off an ex-boyfriend's buddies here (like Carrie did), but business networking was probably and definitely a better and more important thing to do ;)