Crying wolf: traditionally frowned upon.
But in the case of a certain highly anticipated neighborhood restaurant in Midtown... not so.
You see, they’ve been wolf-crying for months now. The good kind.
A one-time dinner party here. A pop-up supper club there. All in a construction-y dining room and all without the slightest inclination of actually opening the place permanently.
Good news: that all changes tomorrow night.
Yes, The Lawrence—your new shrine to duck-tongue carnitas and heroic cocktails from the Dinner Party Atlanta guys—is finally ready to rear its beautiful head at the corner of 8th and Juniper.
Long time coming for this one. But considering they’ve been busy pulling talent from Rathbun’s, Top Flr and the Sound Table (and, you know, varnishing wood), we assume you’re okay with it.
If you’re here with a date, you’ll want to situate yourselves at the long banquette to your right. The one under the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks like as good a spot as any to grab some Heritage Pork Cheeks and Orange Marmalade Glazed Rapini.
Lips will loosen. Cocktails like the Carlton’s Fizz (Earl Grey–infused gin, honey, lemon...) will do their job. And soon enough, it’ll be time to segue over to the solid wood bar for some Fallen Chocolate Rum Soufflé and one of 20 half-bottles of vino at your disposal.
When the liquor license finally comes in, that is (it’s BYO for now).
Okay, so they’re almost done crying wolf.
But in the case of a certain highly anticipated neighborhood restaurant in Midtown... not so.
You see, they’ve been wolf-crying for months now. The good kind.
A one-time dinner party here. A pop-up supper club there. All in a construction-y dining room and all without the slightest inclination of actually opening the place permanently.
Good news: that all changes tomorrow night.
Yes, The Lawrence—your new shrine to duck-tongue carnitas and heroic cocktails from the Dinner Party Atlanta guys—is finally ready to rear its beautiful head at the corner of 8th and Juniper.
Long time coming for this one. But considering they’ve been busy pulling talent from Rathbun’s, Top Flr and the Sound Table (and, you know, varnishing wood), we assume you’re okay with it.
If you’re here with a date, you’ll want to situate yourselves at the long banquette to your right. The one under the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks like as good a spot as any to grab some Heritage Pork Cheeks and Orange Marmalade Glazed Rapini.
Lips will loosen. Cocktails like the Carlton’s Fizz (Earl Grey–infused gin, honey, lemon...) will do their job. And soon enough, it’ll be time to segue over to the solid wood bar for some Fallen Chocolate Rum Soufflé and one of 20 half-bottles of vino at your disposal.
When the liquor license finally comes in, that is (it’s BYO for now).
Okay, so they’re almost done crying wolf.
