John F. Kennedy.
Once upon a time, he was the leader of the free world, a favorite with the ladies and a possessor of some finely coiffed hair.
Now, well, he’s a bar.
Give a salute to Kennedy Room, a tiny new tavern for stiff drinks, fireside chats and a general JFK-in-Massachusetts vibe, now soft-open on Maple Avenue.
If you’re picturing a living room through the ’60s-era veil of a wealthy New Englander, then you’ve got this place pretty much figured out. It’s 350 square feet. Attached to the Montaigne Club. And outfitted with wooden church pews, navy blue upholstered chairs, a gas fireplace and the kind of leather-bound books that go nicely with a snifter of brandy.
So, yeah, it’s a cozy little hideaway perfect for waiting out the rain. Or the workweek. Once inside, stroll straight back to the penny-covered bar top and claim an old office chair turned bar stool. Summon a Breckenridge 471 IPA. Toast the portrait of JFK and Jackie propped against the back bar and then fix your gaze on one of two TVs playing classic movies. Probably something with Marilyn.
Oh, and heads up—the bar doesn’t have a kitchen. But if you’re hungry, you can always order delivery from nearby Old Warsaw and Sisu straight to your table.
Just tell them you’re sitting back and to the left.
Once upon a time, he was the leader of the free world, a favorite with the ladies and a possessor of some finely coiffed hair.
Now, well, he’s a bar.
Give a salute to Kennedy Room, a tiny new tavern for stiff drinks, fireside chats and a general JFK-in-Massachusetts vibe, now soft-open on Maple Avenue.
If you’re picturing a living room through the ’60s-era veil of a wealthy New Englander, then you’ve got this place pretty much figured out. It’s 350 square feet. Attached to the Montaigne Club. And outfitted with wooden church pews, navy blue upholstered chairs, a gas fireplace and the kind of leather-bound books that go nicely with a snifter of brandy.
So, yeah, it’s a cozy little hideaway perfect for waiting out the rain. Or the workweek. Once inside, stroll straight back to the penny-covered bar top and claim an old office chair turned bar stool. Summon a Breckenridge 471 IPA. Toast the portrait of JFK and Jackie propped against the back bar and then fix your gaze on one of two TVs playing classic movies. Probably something with Marilyn.
Oh, and heads up—the bar doesn’t have a kitchen. But if you’re hungry, you can always order delivery from nearby Old Warsaw and Sisu straight to your table.
Just tell them you’re sitting back and to the left.
