Hot Spot: Rickhouse
For our co-worker Daniel's last day at work, a few of us went out downtown after work to grab a drink at a bar called Rickhouse. I had actually been here before, as Lauren and Lily kept telling me what big fans they were of the bar, and I usually agree with their tastes. I went once with Lauren, on a slow night, and saw the general appeal but did not feel necessarily compelled to return.
Long story short, I'm glad I did. The drinks were strong enough to warrant the steep price and the decor - reminiscent of the Industrial Revolution - granted the place a level of commitment to the speakeasy theme that other bars I've been to have lacked.
There were barrels and antique machinery set up in the corner; the lighting was comprised of tea lights at each table and fixtures of ancient metal-worked spheres; the infamous "punch" was served in vintage glass teacups; and the bartenders wore handlebar mustaches that I guarantee were not applied with adhesive.
It is a very "cool" bar. If nothing else, you have to respect the effort. And the strength of their whiskey.
PS - Yes, Daniel actually did attend his own going-away party, he just neglected to insert himself into any of the photos until we all left and went to Ramen Underground afterwards. I didn't just make up an excuse to go out on a Thursday evening!
