Vroni's is a time machine cleverly disguised as a champagne bar. It has the ability to whisk you back and propel you forward in time simultaneously. The dark wood panelling, candles in old bubbly bottles and champagne buckets on every other table hark back to a more decadent era. And the clientele, well, they give you a glimpse of what your middle-aged life could be like. Everybody here is checking everybody out and Vroni's is heaving with so much sexual tension that encounters here are inevitable. Go. Pull.