This is the Bar.

Some well-used, probably very comfortable leather armchairs surround a small table, where frosty glasses and bottles have made their marks. A couple of slightly bizarre ashtrays on metal feet are strategically placed, and despite the slowly rotating ebony propeller in the ceiling, there is a slight but unmistakable scent of cigar smoke in the air.

There is usually a bartender behind the polished bar, but he seems to be on vacation right now...