I've been coming here since it opened as I'm a big fan of the resto by the same name down the block. I live out of town & still make it a destination to pop into. In the business of decorating in larger cities, the interior matches my expectations, it's clever & probably is what draws me back. The drinks are ok & the bartenders seem happy ( nothing mind blowing, but average) & the crowd is good on a week night. however!  if first impressions are everything I have to say the door staff is the cockiest I've ever encountered. Walking through a friday night line-up to meet a friend inside, the logic floats somewhere else in the ozone. The door staff immediately heard my feminine frame into a 20min line-up, I mean geezus, I didn't dress up to be man-handled.  The jurisdiction was that I couldn't  even think about speaking or inhabiting the space at the bar my friend reserved for me upon my arrival, until I wasted my life in that line. Being not of the foolish sort, I proceeded to ask (& laugh) to speak to my friend in plain view to explain to him my situation. The door staff, though in suits with bow-ties and though ironically lacking all composure, forgot proper etiquette on how to speak to a lady, making all threats as to what would happen if I were to pass by the velvet curtain. I came in peace with my manners, however at this point it was wise to not reason with stupidity & just straight out  wave my friend down. Though the venue is small I do understand why they must attain a regulated capacity, however releasing this, it did cross my mind to think there would be room for a few extra inhabitants if the door staff's ego's weren't taking up triple their own personal space... finally I harnessed my friends attention & we fled to a much more loud but welcoming bar; Bily Kun.