Syndicate-esque

To capture what is - Syndicate:
Recently, several Syndicate members embarked on what can only be described as an evening truly capturing the Syndicate-ethic.
It starts in Beverly Hills, at The Shave. For those of you not in Los Angeles, it would be safe to say that there is a big trend on retro men's experiences. Haircut places are going rock and roll (see Floyd's or The Garage) and there have been several new places to get straight-razor, barber shaves.

We arrive at The Shave, and pass through the retail area (all manner of implements, shaving goods, etc are there) to the front desk. A young lady at the reception desk verifies our reservation, and calls another woman to escort us past a velvent rope to another room - With leather club chairs, flat screen tvs, magazines, chess sets, etc. She offers us our choice of cocktails, wine or scotch (no surprise what I got) while we waited.
When called, you are escorted to an old-time barber chair, leaned back, and hot towels and various unguents, creams and oils are applied to prepare you. A straight razor shave commences, followed by more oils and unguents, towels and after shaves, as a hand and shoulder massage brings you back to the tasks of the day.

With this completed, the crew made the long trek next door, to Ruth Chris' for meat on sizzling platters, cocktails, and other treats.

From there, severl stops, including Air Conditioned, The Joker, Casa Del Mar, and the Liquid Kitty. Suffice to say, cocktails were provided.

Such is the Syndicate.