Our Drinks

nothing more to say. *only available with the purchase of a brunch entree. **bottomless concludes at 2:30pm

choose your own adventure: vodka, gin, rum, tequila, mezcal, bourbon, or rye. made with fresh squeezed lime juice, and ginger beer. spirit: choose wisely

served over ice in a collins glass. this is what starbucks wants to be when it grows up. spirit: rum, caffè borghetti, homemade irish cream

handsomely dry with a citrus hook; the lover margarita writes about in her diary. spirit: espolon blanco tequila

low abv for you day drinking lon-gev-i-ty. Red wine and coca-cola

nothing more to say. *only available with the purchase of a lunch entree. **bottomless concludes at 2:30pm

the spice rich, booze heavy anti-hero to your father’s manhattan. spirit: old forester bourbon

a tart semi-sweet handshake. tastes like summer christmas. spirit: malfy gin

the warmth of sun in winter. “as he walked out of the dark bar into the bright cold air, the apricity washed over him like a warm hug.” spirit: hayman’s old tom gin

runnin’ on. runnin’ blind. runnin’ into the sun but we’re runnin’ behind. spirit: rhum agricole

hey Charlie. I’m pregnant. livin on 9th st. right above a dirty bookstore off euclid ave. i wish we had all the money we used to spend on dope. i’d buy me a used car lot but I wouldn’t sell any of em. just drive a different car every day depending on how I feel. spirit: western grace brandy

”This is a good place,” he said. “there’s a lot of liquor,” I agreed. spirit: tequila blanco

”Cinderella story. outta nowhere. a former greenskeeper, now about to become the masters champion.” spirit: mezcal

”and all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” spirit: George Dickel 12

like grandma always said, “it’s not a walk of shame unless you’re capable of feeling shame.” spirit: gin

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than those you did. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor. catch the wind in your sails. explore. dream. discover!” spirit: george dickel rye

remember that old black and white movie with the shady sax player lurking in the corner of every smoky bar scene? this is what he was drinking. spirit: sherry

whatever you do, don’t take the poison apple. blueberries are okay though, right? spirit: cathead vodka

the spice rich, booze heavy anti-hero to your father’s manhattan. spirit: old forester bourbon

a tart semi-sweet handshake. tastes like summer christmas. spirit: malfy gin

the warmth of the sun in winter. “as he walked out of the dark bar into the bright cold air, the apricity washed over him like a warm hug.” spirit: Hayman's old tom gin

runnin’ on. runnin’ blind. runnin’ into the sun but we’re runnin’ behind. spirit: Rhum Agricole

hey Charlie. I’m pregnant. livin on 9th st. right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid ave. I wish we had all the money we used to spend on dope. I’d buy me a used car lot but I wouldn’t sell any of them. just drive a different car every day depending on how I feel. spirit: western grace brandy

”This is a good place,” he said. “there’s a lot of liquor,” I agreed. spirit: tequila blanco

”Cinderella story. outta nowhere. a former greenskeeper, now about to become the masters champion.” spirit: mezcal

”and all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” spirit: George Dickel 12

like grandma always said, “it’s not a walk of shame unless you’re capable of feeling shame.” spirit: gin

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than those you did. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor. catch the wind in your sails. explore. dream. discover!” spirit: George Dickel rye

remember that old black and white movie with the shady sax player lurking in the corner of every smoky bar scene? this is what he was drinking. spirit: sherry

whatever you do, don’t take the poison apple. blueberries are okay though, right? spirit: cathead vodka

imperial sour ale 9%

maple brown ale

helles lager

pilsner

marzen

unfiltered ipa

coffee porter