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| - So we were meeting a group of business types at 8pm on a Friday evening.. Our place is close enough so we decide to walk the length of Pinckney St. til we find ourselves at Merchant's door. We saunter the way we do to the bar, and as I am walking I'm observing that the atmosphere is certainly geared toward the food crowd, with a bar the length of the entire restaurant and fully packed with patrons. The hosts at the entrance were accommodating to our large group and even made space for us to socialize and talk, no pressure to sit and eat- they were lovely. It was loud with voices echoing off of the walls, packed from the dinner crowd, and efficient with staff.
10pm rolled around and we found ourselves still fully immersed in Merchant. Staff came and got us and said the dinner crowd was done if we wanted to move up front and commence with the stories, the chatter, the networking, and laughter. Soon tables were moved and a dance floor created, suddenly there was music being played - it was all encompassing. Through the doors came a new type, the club type, the single, the sophisticated, young and older all sitting at the bar chatting, along the windows and at tables lined by the wall, standing closely engaged in discussion and creating the mood - couples out dating and those there to hunt.
Can't say it's a common pattern for hubby and I to find ourselves in the thick of an atmosphere Merchant was asking us to partake in - can't say it's unfamiliar to us, either. The music hit us and the beat got inside and suddenly we were the only two in the room. We weaved our way into the beat and lost ourselves in those moments.
Afterwards we found ourselves hand in hand walking past the capital, the night was calm, alive with our laughter.
Merchant provides.
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