Laura A.
Yelp
I wouldn't go here for a wild night out, but I'd definitely go on a date---particularly with a CIA operative, a mafioso, a mistress or Madam Psychosis.
There are closets---not just on MTV Cribs---as big as the Cloak Room. However, I'm fairly sure not even deep space is as dark. Do yourself a favor: go to the Cloak Room on a bright, sunny day. Stroll across the Capitol grounds, listen to the birds chirp, watch the clouds roll slowly across the sky, then descend six steps to the tiny front door, creak it open on its painted-over hinges, and go completely blind. Grope around; run head-on into the juke box; follow Bev-the-Bartender's voice and the anemic twinkle of tiny, haphazard Christmas lights to the bar; don't even think about looking for your friends---if they haven't seen you, they're not there, and there's no way in hell you'll see them.
Once your pupils have adjusted---and, believe me, they haven't been this big since the '60s---you can whittle away the rest of the afternoon entertaining yourself by watching everyone else stumble, blind as newborn kittens, into the bar, ping-ponging off of furniture and other patrons. It's a fabulous pastime---only slightly cruel, in a way that goes perfectly with vodka and soda.