This lavish Nolita nightclub has us quoting Shakespeare's
Merchant of Venice, where the Prince of Morocco opens the golden casket:
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll. I’ll read the writing.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll’d:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.From the wise souls who brought you
Cain, Nolita's newest over-the-top venture features plenty of the glistering substance, plus so much more.
