Infrared Review

March 26, 2002 Rivington Pub Crawl: Infrared. The pub crawl was to have kicked off last night at Infrared, a DJ-infused bar at the far east end of Rivington Street. When Josh and I arrived circa 9 p.m., we found the place closed up. Is it gone for good? If so, the LES will survive the loss of bar #99. I never loved the place -- music a little too loud, vibe a cross between the velvet thing and a dance club, a combo less than the sum of its already meagre parts... I do fondly recall walking in about a year ago and seeing a nearly-nude woman, done up in a pagan goddess outfit, posing for a photo shoot. Paper Magazine, apparently... Josh and I did not stop to ponder this. We walked back down Rivington, past the flashy retro facade of Alias, and headed up Clinton to the Lotus Club, where a full 50% of our four rounds were on the house... Called the Infrared phone number on Citysearch today but got a gruff-speaking guy's voicemail and hung up. About an hour later, there was a message waiting on my voicemail. He'd seen my number on his caller ID and was calling to "follow up." Who does that?