At the top of the narrow Penny Lane which runs between Loft and Isetan. A massive chunk of glass, like an unmelted iceberg sits on the bar.
Lights glow from behind large yellow sheets of plastic.
The heating and ventilation pipes are stylishly visible overhead. A big chalkboard announces the day's special drinks, entrees and desserts. But just a nibble is fine too, while you drink and muse listening to Thelonius Monk or Radiohead. But, man, there's no squares here. Miles is on the speakers, but conversations are louder than the music.