When the Vig opened, we all thought we'd died and gone to heaven. Someplace this cool, and we don't have to drive for a half hour to get there?? Oh man. Bocce in the back, strong drinks, they light incense to keep it smelling sweet despite the still-in-renewal locale, what could be bad about this?
Now it's part of a movement, and not the shiny new penny in the bunch, but it still has a warm place in my heart.
They have great happy hour, the patio with a fireplace is warm and inviting, and the interior of the bar has deep booths and sports on the tube. It's not the British Museum, but you just might want to plan an assignation here.