Melrose Club, a shadowy haunt located in the heart of The Hill, maintains a highly exclusive clientele. Newcomers are watched closely as they cross the short distance from the front door to the bar, where the bartender whispers conspiratorially with tattooed men sporting leather jackets. Sparsely decorated with statuettes of the Blues Brothers and portraits of famous gangsters, the bar has a way of making regulars feel right at home. For everyone else, well, the beer is cheap, the game is on and what's wrong with atmosphere right out of a Martin Scorsese film?
"You can sit by me. I don't bite. I've had all my teeth pulled. Declawed, lobotomized, circumcised -- I'm safe," said the cigar smoker perched at the end of the bar at Melrose Club.
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