Major life accomplishments:
Not vomiting during Cloverfield.
Puberty.
Finding Lost Leaf
Seriously. Nestled among other small houses, sits the Lost Leaf. No signage that I could see. No address. Minimal lighting.
That just makes it even cooler. Recently met some friends there for Jacqui's birthday and we had a blast. Y'all know so much about this place already. But did you know the big painting in the main room is kinda scary after a large Bastard beer. Check the third dude. His eyes follow you. And if you forget your debit card and call to ask them just to cut it up for you, he says he's required to say aloud and back to you, "Sir, you have just asked me to cut up your debit card. Is this what you want me to do?" Uh, yea. I strangely appreciated that. No table service that I know of, just crawl up to the bar when your Bastard is empty. Live music from the back room is a great touch and plays throughout the house. Full of urbanites, hipsters, scenesters and this night tipsy, silly, photo snapping yelpers. Lost Leaf. You're lost no more.