Never take a date to HOM. Trust me. While you’re sipping a caipirinha with your lover, you’re bound to spy one of the club’s taut, exotic, caramel-skinned, ebon-haired bartenders or servers sauntering about the place with drinks or vittles in hand. And you’re bound to find yourself looking too damn long, and then ... smack! I don’t know where HOM’s management finds these sexy dudes and dudettes. And as for the other patrons, well, they’re 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.