The best parties are usually found in the places you least expect them.
Like on your way to another party.
So we'd like to introduce you to The Phoenix Lounge, a sexy little perch overlooking the lobby of the Wit Hotel, opening tonight for your post-work, pre-Roof cocktailing needs.
This mezzanine has always been here, but it's really just now coming into its own—a good pisco sour has a way of helping one achieve peak performance.
It's the kind of cozy space that you'll pop into for a quick glass of wine—or get crazy with a few olives, fried rock shrimp and a couple of veal meatballs—before a show at the Goodman or Chicago Theatre. But it also provides a respite if you need a little breather between dining at Cibo Matto and heading up to Roof. (Good rule of thumb: wait at least one cocktail before jumping into the deep end.)
To find it, you'll ascend the glass staircase from the lobby. You'll instantly behold a majestic view—the bar is dead ahead. Then, only after you've settled on an expertly crafted Manhattan, or maybe a creamy Phoenix Fizz (gin, citrus juice, orange-flower water), will you be ready to abandon yourself fully into a night of leather couches, velvet chairs and a specific type of conversation that only hotel bars inspire.
You love talking about thread counts.
Like on your way to another party.
So we'd like to introduce you to The Phoenix Lounge, a sexy little perch overlooking the lobby of the Wit Hotel, opening tonight for your post-work, pre-Roof cocktailing needs.
This mezzanine has always been here, but it's really just now coming into its own—a good pisco sour has a way of helping one achieve peak performance.
It's the kind of cozy space that you'll pop into for a quick glass of wine—or get crazy with a few olives, fried rock shrimp and a couple of veal meatballs—before a show at the Goodman or Chicago Theatre. But it also provides a respite if you need a little breather between dining at Cibo Matto and heading up to Roof. (Good rule of thumb: wait at least one cocktail before jumping into the deep end.)
To find it, you'll ascend the glass staircase from the lobby. You'll instantly behold a majestic view—the bar is dead ahead. Then, only after you've settled on an expertly crafted Manhattan, or maybe a creamy Phoenix Fizz (gin, citrus juice, orange-flower water), will you be ready to abandon yourself fully into a night of leather couches, velvet chairs and a specific type of conversation that only hotel bars inspire.
You love talking about thread counts.
