A space that calls to toss your watches and sit all night: dim lights, long benches and pours, vinyl and Victorian fair. If I've met my match for just the place to sit alone together as two for six hours, this is it. It's infinitely moody, and from a fistful of eras. It's youthful, it's charming short bar in the front, it's heartwarming clam bake on the menu. Come here alone and read 1Q84 or come with your own St. Elmo's Fire set and chat about how much reality does not bite in this very instance you're in this place. I'm through the roof for Wallflower because I'm deeply affected by atmosphere and energy, and when I think of this place I feel boundless and rich with the fact that places like this remain.