All truly "classy" dates conclude with the No Pants Dance. But somehow, last night's ended with lipstick on your cheek and a furious yearning in your trousers. Rather than waste more time on fruitless seduction, apply the ultimate sexual litmus test, The Double Seven. If you can't get it done here, she's using you for a free meal.
With dim lighting, low-riding alligator skin sofas and ridiculous cocktails designed by Sasha (Little Branch, Milk & Honey), you should have even the most prudish woman kneading your scro' with her dainty hands.
As expected, a place this sexmatic has its liabilities. The drink prices are appalling, and the door policy is so fearsome we saw Ma$e dressed as Puff Daddy trying to sneak in. To facilitate entrance, Thrillist Labs* has formulated this three-step plan: