boobs-in-a-castle

an out-of-town friend and i tried to have a drink at la caille, but it was closed. she was so intrigued by the long, winding--and kind of creepy--entrance and building that i went tonight and reported back to her. i said it was 'an ostentatious castle-y hooters.' in theory i think this sounds brilliant (and that it'd be fun to open a chain called boobs-in-a-castle), but in practice i think couples go there for romantic ambiance, which is wrong.

in its dungeon-like lower level photos line the walls as in boobs in memoriam. 

when the bill came my friend said, 'dine and dash--ride a peacock outta there!' i didn't see any peacocks, but that would have been awesome.