It was in the basement under a Chemical Bank and the only way in was a simple brown door with the tiny word TRAX stenciled on it.
I would hang out there two or three times a month. Lennon lived down the block and was in almost every time I was. I never saw him on the street or in the park but I saw him often enough at TRAX that we'd nod to each other. Never said a word to him...just a kind of "hey...how you doing".
My brother-in-law was a beatles nut...it used to drive him crazy that I'd never take him to the spot...but he would have effed it all up being so close to Lennon.
Nice.