Never take a date to HOM. Trust me. While youre sipping a caipirinha with your lover, youre bound to spy one of the clubs taut, exotic, caramel-skinned, ebon-haired bartenders or servers sauntering about the place with drinks or vittles in hand. And youre bound to find yourself looking too damn long, and then ... smack! I dont know where HOMs management finds these sexy dudes and dudettes. And as for the other patrons, well, theyre often just as hot, and you might even forget completely that you already have a date. Just take our advice: Go alone and gaze without pain.
116 W. 5th St.