Top Hat Turtle

Where do all the bright young things go to shine? The Top Hat Turtle, naturally! An azure cascade of spirits flow to each table, illuminated marble embraces each surface, the air is a cocktail of expensive perfumes, circulated by translucent flesh.
 Ether spills forth seductive jazz, enchanting bodies draped in Channel, Patou, and Gucci entwine and curl, delirious on champagne and opium. Pâté and caviar replenish ardor, transporting patrons to arcadian lands, enchanting the mind and grazing the flesh.
Bookings essential.