The atmosphere was a little pretentious. I was only slightly put off by the host who eyed us up trying to find something that didn't comply with their "dress code." Shirt...*check*, shoes...*check*, service...um, trying to get there. I've stopped being flattered when I'm carded. I seriously thought I outgrew the "you look like your 15" faze.
There was more available seating inside that out, so we settled up to the bar. Totally fine by me because we had front row seats to the amazing acoustical talents of Jeremy Cornwell and a bartender to tend to our every bar needs.
Happy hour, 4-8 pm, included 1/2 off martini's and food specials. They had me at martini. The skinny Bitch (blueberry inspired) and the Espresso (self-explanatory) were both good and strong...just how I like my martini.
Swanky place to kick it for a few hours.