Fun times in the humidor...

This past weekend my friend A and her husband J decided to take me and the bf out for a night on the town to celebrate employment. It was very nice of them, and we had a blast. A few margaritas and sangrias deep, we thought it would be a good idea to go see J's cigar locker...yes, you heard me correctly, cigar locker. He was talked into being a member/holder of a locker one night when he was having a great time puffing cigars  in the humidor at a swanky hotel restaurant. Needless to say, the cigar room is a great place to entertain friends.

The humidor culture at this hotel felt to be part of a scene untouched by recession. To enter the room, one walks through the fancy restaurant and knocks on the unmarked door. An attendant greets you and guides you through a humidor and into a cozy, little lounge with plush leather seating, elegant Asian businessmen and their Herve Leger clad companions. Rather than speaking softly to the attendant in the next room to order your drink, you pick up the old-fashioned rotary phone and ring the bar directly. A few moments later, your drinks arrive through a trap-door within the wall. We had fun putting on voices and ordering drinks.

After the men enjoyed their Cubans and scotch, we all decided to take the high brow down a few notches and end the night with a jello shot from an outdoor street bar.

A few pics below:

When matches just won't do: Use a tiny blow-torch to get your cigar going.

Ordering drinks