Est. 2019 · Old Town · Open till late
A small speakeasy behind an unmarked door. Ten seats at the bar, a few tables in the dark, and a pianist most weekends.
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The room
We keep the lamps low and the volume lower. No screens, no queue at the bar, no rush to turn the table. Come in from the cold, take the stool by the window, and let the bartender read what you feel like tonight.
The list turns with the season and the fruit at the market. Friday and Saturday a pianist plays from nine, and the room settles into something close to a held breath.
Poured by the glass and made to order. If nothing here fits your mood, tell the bartender three words and let them build it.
Rye, alder smoke, lemon, egg white
16
Gin, campari, sweet vermouth, cedar oil
15
Bourbon, demerara, black walnut bitters
17
Cognac, spiced pear, lemon, sparkling wine
16
Mezcal, chili, grapefruit, honey
16
Gin or vodka, dry vermouth, olive or twist
15
Table enquiry
We keep a handful of tables each night and hold the bar for walk-ins. Send the details and we reply the same day.
I came in from the rain to kill twenty minutes and stayed till last call. The Alder Sour is the best thing I have had all year, and the pianist knew when to go quiet.
