The highly polished brass sign above the door tells you that you've come across The Coronation Arms, a gentleman's club for the more decering muses in the Theatrical Muse community.
The club hosts a bar, billiard hall, smoking lounge and a room at the back reserved for those known to enjoy an opium tainted cigarette. The bar is tended by a young French hand, recently expelled from the service of one Lord Henry Wotton. The bar offers all kinds of spirits and draughts ales and stocks a variety of cigarettes, cigars and everything the reputable man about town could require.
Membership has grudgingly been extended by the backwards thinking managedment to include women.