When you walk into a swanky jazz club like The Afterthought, you can smell the nicotine dripping on the walls. For some reason it doesn't tempt you to turn around and head back out the door. No. You still want to see what's inside and who might be belting out a tune at the piano or what jazz band might be set up on the quaint stage.
The Afterthought is for groovy kids who have grown up and have groovy kids of their own. It's for people who have evolved, yet still have the need to kick back and check out the scene (and can do it without barfing in the back room).
Head toward the bar if you like to smoke it up with the crowd, but stick closer to the door if you prefer clean air. It's just the way it's done at The Afterthought.