Some regulars leave a coat. Some leave a tab. The ones I like best leave a bottle.
Starting this week, the wall behind the back booths opens up: forty private bourbon lockers in dark walnut and brass, each one with a key, a nameplate, and room for the bottle you would rather not share with strangers.
Here is how it works. You pick your pour from our shelf, we engrave your plate, and the bottle waits in the dark for you. Walk in any night, say the word, and it comes to your table with clean glasses and a little ceremony. Locker members also get first call on the Velvet Hours list and a standing seat at our monthly members' tasting.
Lockers go by the season, and when they are gone, they are gone. Ask for me at the bar and I will show you the wall myself.
Some names belong in lights. Yours belongs on a bottle in the red.
- Scarlett
Talk at the rail