Not the rooftops. Not the patio bars. The rooms where the bartender knows the difference between a Sazerac and a Vieux Carré and you can sit at the bar and just listen.
Old movies on the back wall, classic drinks executed right. The first serious cocktail bar in town.
Upstairs, deep menu, working fireplace in winter. Smoked old-fashioneds are the play.
Less cocktail-bar-y but the program is sharp. The patio at 6pm in October is unbeatable.
King Street old-timer. Cold martinis, hot peanuts, no playlist drama.
