After an embarrassing failure to find the entrance to the Back Room (Tim Robbins, you rascal) we made our way to this speakeasy-looking dark darling owned by Sasha Petraske of Milk and Honey and Little Branch fame. Initially the music was soothing and added to the romantic and intimate atmosphere. The curved tin ceilings are gorgeous and made us envious.
As the night wore on, there were only a few small complaints:
1. The music gradually become annoyingly clubby (but we think this may have been due to a trustafarian birthday celebration).
2. The aroma of jah sticks was totally overwhelming. But again, this is kind of a half-complaint because some of us liked the smell while others could have used a break.
3. The service is a bit slow–but it really doesn't matter because they've set up a perfect atmosphere to stay and stay and stay over long conversations (except when the music got too loud) and really strong drinks–that's right, these sophisticated concoctions make most bar's versions seem like Hi-C fruit punch. It can take a couple sips to get used to the potency, but just like the incense, once you've adjusted it, you'll never want to leave.
We only took off because the atmosphere was so comfortable that we got a little drowsy, plus the drink prices are a little high for a super long night out. In the end I think I may have found a new favorite haunt.