Though there’s a staircase that leads to the downstairs lounge from The Kingswood restaurant, you’ll have to leave the eatery and head to an unmarked door on Greenwich Ave. where you’ll be greeted by a yay or nay-saying doorman, to gain admittance into the petite downstairs lounge. If you make your way in (odds of which are greatly heightened if you’re well-heeled and sans an entourage given how small the space is), expect hipsters, artists, daddy’s little girl who works at Vogue, and post-Waverly Inn cocktail sippers. The chilled-out lounge has a very eclectic-goth-rock-teenager’s basement feel with its black walls and floors and a hodchpotch décor that includes a creepy clown doll showcased in a glass case, random framed portraits, an array of animal skin-print chairs and banquettes, and a dozen or so jars each filled with a little black fish (yes, it’s as creepy as it sounds). There’s the requisite bottle service, of course, but there’s also a bar where those without the big bucks can enjoy the signature Kingswood (Hendricks gin, Pimms, and fresh mint topped with apple and guava, $12), as they linger and people-watch.