First thing about this place is you can't get in unless you have called and made reservations.  Not a big deal except that their number is not published and they make it a point not to let the number get out.  They don't do any advertising and even if you did have the number, good luck finding the place.  

Bill's friend Yen (not actually spelled that way but his name is pronounced that way) made reservations for us on a Monday.  After work V, Bill and I caught a cab to the Meat Packing District.  This was my time to see the area where Transvestite Prostitutes used to hang out.  Like much of New York now things have changed.  The area is still a meat packing area and the smell of raw meat hangs in the air.  We walked down the wide streets lined with warehouses to a door which looked to be leading into one of the warehouses.  We went through the door to a little room with a couple doors, one with a door bell.  I thought we would have to ring the bell to get in but Bill just opened the door.  

Inside the door is a small area with a Hostess.  We tell her we have a reservation and she leads us through another door into a hallway a long hallway.  They hallway leads into the main room.  This large room with 18' ceilings is filled with soft comfortable couches, a large dining table for 20 and even a queen size bed.  The dim lighting with dark walls and furniture make for a cozy experience.  Next to the bed is another room that is a little brighter and looks like a living room.  The Apartment is a clever idea and a cool place to hang.  

If you get tired of the homey atmosphere you can go down to the basement where the beats are pumping and party is going on.  This area is cool and very different from the upstairs.  I was only down there for a bit so I don't remember much but concrete and steel.