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| - "The Screw" used to be just south of the current location, in yet another abominable, godless strip mall, but the good folks at Johnny's decided, "Hey, let's build a stage, stitch up some costumes, hire a band, and put on a SHOW!" So they moved north, just a bit, to a new, dedicated location. (You almost can't believe the 'Screw even exists; I find myself rubbing my eyes each time I enter. "Whuck?") The interior of the place is more typical of an urban likker place than one stuck in the 'burbs; nice layout, with a "wine loft" just up the stairs. Very open feeling, but here's the BEST part...
The people working here, and I mean ALL of them, really get the whole deal. They understand that you want some hooch, or vino, or just a sixer, and they are standing by for aid and comfort, served up with wit, charm, grace and intelligence. ("Desperate Housewines," e.g.) As noted above, this place is in the wilds of Richfield but seems more on a par with Manhattan, or Old Bond Street, or Avenue Montaigne, or Moscow's oh-so-trendy Tretyakovsky Proyezd in its presentation and vibe.
I was just over there snagging some chewable cab for my oenophile bunkmate, and it was, yet again, an enjoyable experience. Just below five star, as their turnover of product isn't what it could (and should) be, so the chance that they may not have exactly the single malt for which I hanker is high. Hey. I have very real, human needs.
Give this place a visit. I've yet to hear anyone having a bad experience. (I'll forgive Bryn his geographical slip: this is in Richfield, where it was once in Bath. Not to put too fine a point on it.)
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