It&rsquos 8pm and a little dim. I walk up a staircase with a wooden railing, crisp patterned wallpaper and faintly hear some music. A few more jaunty steps and I find myself in front of a teal green door, which seems to blend into the wall. I hesitantly look to my left and right, not sure whether to enter trespassing is looked down upon, isn&rsquot it There isn&rsquot a sign bearing the sign &ldquowelcome&rdquo or anyone to usher me in, but I trust my gut this once and push the door. The sound of ice clinks in a highball glass and I sigh&mdashI&rsquom not trespassing, after all.
