But Cobalt's owners have put the word out that all genders, types and persuasions are more than welcome, and straights, women and minorities are showing up in increasing numbers. Loud, lively and a little racy, if dance floor and dark-corner conduct is anything to judge by. Cobalt attendees at the time of our visit seemed to be an amorously inclined bunch, though their behavior remained pretty well within PG-13 standards. A smaller, more intimate downstairs lounge area, at roughly half of the main room's decibel level, provides a refuge for those who need to catch their breath. If George Jetson did interior design, the results might look a little like this.
Curious glass globes inset into the walls provide a murky fish-eye glimpse of the outdoors.
Tall brushed metal bar stools provide the primary seating, along with low benches built into the neutral-toned walls. The earth-toned downstairs lounge, replete with low, overstuffed leather chairs, is a bit subtler and a bit more 20th Century. Lots of jeans, T-shirts and pullovers. A few muscle shirts and medallions round things out. DJs hold eminent domain Thursdays through Sundays.