You know you’re in for a sophisticated evening when the decor alone makes you question if you belong there. The Peacock Room doesn’t just throw a few decorative feathers on the wall and call it a theme. No, they commit. Gold accents, intricate tile flooring, and a level of attention to detail that made me wonder if I was underdressed—spoiler alert: I was. The decor screamed, “Old money meets eccentric art collector who definitely owns a monocle.”
Now, let’s talk drinks. The cocktail selection is impressive, featuring both classics and signature creations that’ll make your wallet weep. I ordered a Hurricane, prepared
iquor because I have priorities, and let me tell you, it was worth every overpriced drop. My friend, ever the responsible driver, opted for a mocktail, which somehow managed to be just as delightful—minus the life-altering existential clarity that only premium rum can provide.
The food? Shareable plates designed for those who pretend they’re just having “a little bite” but will inevitably order everything on the menu. Every dish was visually stunning, expertly crafted, and just pretentious enough to make me feel like I should be discussing the stock market while eating it.
Entertainment for the evening was courtesy of Da Lovebirds, featuring the Songbird of New Orleans, Robin Barnes, and Pat Casey. Their sultry, intimate R&B performance added the perfect soundtrack to an already atmospheric night—think “moody jazz club” with just a hint of “I might develop a dramatic backstory and disappear into the night.”
Overall, the Peacock Room is an experience. If you enjoy decadent aesthetics, expertly crafted cocktails, and the unnerving sensation of being silently judged by furniture that’s fancier than you, this is the place for you. Just don’t forget to dress accordingly—this level of elegance does not tolerate mediocrity.