Just months after opening a , presents its sophomore effort, the speakeasy .
In tribute to Wes Anderson's film, Grand Budapest Hotel, the false front is a concierge desk, complete with old-fashioned room keys hanging on the wall. A disco mix rattles the paper thin walls. Picking up the phone on the counter unlocks an electronically sealed door. It opens to a room of brass luggage trolleys carrying plexi-glass trunks of faux pearls, plastic gold bars鈥� and bitcoins? They are tables. Waiters in double-breasted bellhop coats are there to take your order.
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