Hotter, Cooler Little Branch
Posted in bars, music, wine and liquor tagged with cocktails, date spot, little branch, mixology, mood lighting, romantic, west village on March 3rd, 2010 by Taylor
Front Door
Picking a first date place is always hard. Especially in a city with thousands upon thousands of choices. It was a Thursday night in the middle of February and I had to do just that—decide my first date avenue of choice. Luckily, a friend (and by friend, I mean, person who was drinking at my apartment with my roommates) told me of this “really great speakeasy” in the West Village, which “was always good on a Thursday”. Many times when I trust a random stranger with my after hours plans; I end up bumping booties with overly tan men in the Meatpacking District. So, I was pleasantly surprised when I met my date on the corner of 7th avenue and Leroy Street, in front of a non-descript brown door with a small gold placard that read “Little Branch”.
Fortunately for myself and the man of the hour, it was a balmy-ish February night, for Little Branch was exactly one would expect a speakeasy to be like—in the middle of nowhere. Many would pass Little Branch up as being nothing of importance, but the small queue at the door almost gave it away. However, unlike many of the establishments frequented by the Manhattan glitterati, this line was not because the bouncer was a big burly hard-ass with an affinity for douchebags carrying black cards and the plastic breasted women that love them, but because the establishment itself was so tiny, it was literally a fire hazard to have over 35 patrons.
Waiting in line among the dirty snow beds with wind whipping through my freshly blown out tresses proved to strangely be perfect first date material. We bonded over the crisp winter air and conversation was never at a loss—perhaps because if we stopped speaking we would realize that we were standing outside in 30-degree weather. Once inside, the thirty-minute wait was out of mind as we descended the stairs into a warmly lit basement space. A live band was playing jazz in a nook to the side of the room. There were couples sipping cocktails at tables in the back behind a friendly hostess and others were crowded around mahogany stools scattered in front of the small bar. We put our names down for a table, but unfortunately, never made it that far. I’m not a lightweight, but after two of Little Branch’s expertly made cocktails, I was pretty much done for the night. Read more »
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