A shiny, polished, glowy Meatpacking lounge that somehow ended up here in the East Village. On weekends Tribe packs with enough urban professionals to obliterate any chance of actually lounging, but no ones here for that anyway. This is a place to look good and score digits.
In the ongoing culture wars of the East Village bar scene, Royale is a huge strike for UESification. Between the plasma TVs, baseball caps, rounds of shots and the girls whose most comfortable mode of communication is via a series of high pitched squeels you can easily forget that not too long ago this used to be one of the best Jazz bars in New York.