I'd actually come during the day and took a few photos, but at night it was a whole different animal!
The long rough passage leads back to a warren of rooms going up 5 or 6 stories, some of them open air patios. It looked very old French and somehow hipster Vietnamese (this was the only hipster-esque thing I've seen in Hanoi).
Aside from a few young staff who seemed to speak no English, I was the only one there...it felt so spooky! What was this place?! It had so many rooms...I think it could host about 100 patrons. Where were they?
Anyway, I had an avocado mango lassi and soaked up the vibes. I just wished Krista was there to experience it.