Remember when your friend's parents redecorated their basement, all soft funky chairs and disco lights and a killer bar at one end? That's what you've got here, distilled, downtown, and with an outdoor section like Uncle Joe's backyard. (But triple the size of that old haunt inside, and behind the bar, a cadre of booze jockeys with skills a-go-go.) At Club DeVille, you don't turn on the lights: Shadows hang here in profusion, easing the eyes like a visual martini.
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