Captain Redundants Smokers Parlor for Smokers is a much more classy place than the name might suggest. Parking is limited to street only, but there is an ancient looking man, all crooked over with leathery skin who wishes you well and opens the front door for you.

Inside the establishment the air is noticably cool and has a distinct moisture level. As the entire place has been converted to one large humidor. There are tables scattered about. Dark hardwood with large marble ashtrays. The floor is dark, also wood. The walls are lined with shelf after shelf, case after case of every cigar imagineable.

A pair of old men work in here, helping people select a cigar with their decades of knowledge and craftsmanship. One of them usually roams about talking to people and the other sits behind a large bar that seems to serve a disproportionate amount of scotch.

The cieling of the lounge is a mural. The chandeliers splash light across classic scenes taken from 1920's gangster movies. All in all the place has quite the atmosphere, and is never choked with smoke as the ventilation and humidor system cost more than the building itself.

The final bit about the place... The name. Well, there is a bronze statue dead center in the room of a colonial captain. And should you ask, one of hte old men will go on for literally an hour with a very reduntant tale of one Captain Reduntant and his redundant redunancy.