The deeply coloured wood door, engraved with rectangular patterns, was easy to miss. Situated halfway through the entryway to the restaurant, most customers scurried past without even noticing it. Dim lighting and similarly shaded walls only aided in keeping the door from becoming better known.
Inside, the concrete walls cooled the summer heat instantly. A quiet murmur bustled behind another closed door at the bottom of the stairway. It wasn't loud as you entered, but the sudden noise and dim atmosphere was jolting from the relative peace of the corridor. Oak panels, hued golden by the low hanging chandeliers, stood as the backdrop to paintings and posters. A fireplace crackled at the far end of the room, surrounded by couches, chairs, and friends sharing a drink.
This was a space hidden away from the rest of the world. The crowd was modest during the night, but most of the time there were only a few sparse groups. Each one keeping to themselves except when writing their names onto the small chalkboard in the corner to sign up for darts. Low tension, low noise, and high prices.