In a city made of stone, from pyramids to flyovers, it prefers wood for its panelling and partitions, a darkly stained bar, a scratched trolley, a desk piled high with books.
Once inside, patrons have their choice of sitting in vintage, slatted-wood booths, which were resurrected from a New Orleans trolley graveyard, or standing at the bar to watch the skilled mixologists at work.