Tavern [Clockwork Bar]

The elevator takes you up to the highest floor, giving you a view of the entire smog-filled city.

Smoke from cigars, and the constantly running machinery, like a clockwork, fills the bar’s air. Music plays in the foreground, while cogs whirl in the background as if adding another beat to the melodies played. Surrounding walls give off dim lights and carry a magical atmosphere.

At Clockwork, patrons gather at tables for late-night gossip or crowd the bar to sample highly experimental drinks. Some do more than make you tipsy. The Green Machine once left patrons with frazzled hair and steaming ears and was quietly removed from the menu the following week.

Above, a balcony holds VIP seating where the powerful and famous gather, sometimes tossing coin down to the common folk below. No one complains. Many leave with an extra purse or two after a Friday night visit.