Southside and it’s there. Hook under the bar for jacket, check. Dashing bearded bartender; check.
I love small bars… And this one on the south side of King Street is right down my alley. Sitting at the bar with alcohol banter is a lovely form of escapism. Imagining where each bottle came from and its journey to get there, the process of making the liquid in each bottle. Doris and Beryls have a fantastic assortment of knickknacks arranged in a mosaic tile bookshelf each with a story like some kinda fantasy book.
And their cocktail list is great too.
Sam is the man making things happen and knowing your clientele and your bar certainly helps. Worth his weight in gold this man can look you in the eye and tell you what you’re drinking.