Like the sirens you see on Las Olas Boulevard on a Saturday night, the 2-month-old Voodka begs you to turn your head and notice.
Maybe it’s the crystal chandeliers or the blazing candelabra set with red candles. Maybe it’s the Corinthian columns or the navy-blue, tufted Chesterfields with Union Jack pillows. From the Norman Rockwell prints to the airplane propeller above the fireplace, no design idea was left unexpressed.
Still, there’s something about this bordello-chic restaurant that I love. Voodka calls itself a “transcontinental brasserie.” Really.
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