The Playwright tells the same story over and over, but it's a pretty good one. A mixture of tourists and the city's thespian-loving citizens wander in each day seeking relief--some have been lost and hungry all day, while the others just have the socks rocked off of them by Constantine Maroulis in Rock of Ages. The patrons, then, are as docile as ever, tilting their heads up at all the HDTVs in the place's otherwise stark interior. Playwright photography decorates the walls, inlaid ceilings hang above, and the bar serves the usual offenders. No glitz or glam--visitors here have had enough of that for the day.