The Conservatory

An apolitical non-sectarian sanctuary where Hymen is offensive, but Urine is hilarious. A quiet place of rest, respite, and refuge; a smoky, ceiling-fanned haven of joviality and jocularity far removed from the hectic pace and daily drudge of life. A He-Man Woman Haters Club where wrinkled old lawyers and other professionals can drink overpriced maple-flavored bourbon, smoke expensive cigars, watch hockey games, brag (or complain) about their new hips, trade stories and golf clubs, Buck Up, turn 50 cents into a dollar, and have their income redistributed (efg). Also colloquially known as “The C” or “Bogie’s Place.” Members may be referred to as “Men of The C.”