"The Zero Zero Club was a cellar joint off Sixth avenue that buried itself among the maze of other night spots with nothing more than two aughts done in red neon to proclaim its location. But it was doing a lively business. It had atmosphere; plenty of it. . . that's why they called it the Zero Zero. Both visibility and ceiling were wiped out with cigar smoke. . . Yeah, the atmosphere was great, what you could see of it. The Zero Zero Club took you right back to the saloons of a Western mining camp and the patrons loved it."