At 25, Jack Sosnowski, co-owner of the new Ivory Room piano bar at 116 W. Mifflin, is hardly a member of the core demographic for the music of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. But he admits he's always had a soft spot for the golden throats of the Rat Pack and the songs they helped cement in the standard repertoire of club and lounge performers everywhere.
"This reminds me of New Jersey," a friend observes, surveying the scene at the Ivory Room Piano Bar, 116 W. Mifflin St. And when I say "observes," I mean "screams into my ear," because the music is cranked to ear-splitting decibels. It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, just like the Billy Joel song says, and the room is wall-to-wall with popped collars and Aqua Net. A man old enough to be my father leans into my friend's face and purrs, "Your glasses make you look sexy." And by "purrs," I mean "screams into her ear."