You’re getting pretty close to the most wonderful time of the year. Which means plenty of family time. Which means potentially needing an escape route. Preferably to a bar that will mix you a martini at 8am. Or, you know, five such bars.
This tucked-away, early-rising stronghold of neon beer signs and peeling posters opens early to provide morning sessions of Big Buck Hunter and hearty breakfasts of whiskey. It’s the breakfast of... forget about it.
What you’re working with here: a kaleidoscopic den of ’50s kitsch that serves breakfast all day long. So it only makes sense that their bar starts slinging drinks named for Hitchcock movies, like the bourbon-and-berry-puree The Wrong Man, all day long as well. It only makes sense.
When you need a 40-foot marble bar in close proximity to bottles of Chimay and someone expertly trained in the making of El Presidentes, this place works in a pinch. And when you need all those things before breakfast, this place also works in a pinch.
Sometimes you want to wake up and eat cereal with your cousin before watching an 8am showing of It’s a Wonderful Life on NBC with your grandma. Sometimes you want a dimly lit Irish pub with not-expensive drafts and a lottery ticket machine. In Southie. Call this one the emergency parachute.
Sure, the bar at the Four Seasons doesn’t technically open until 11am. But if you were to sit in an oversize leather armchair in the lounge and order a Manhattan at 8 o’clock sharp, it would happen just as sure as the lobster eggs benedict would. Winking not required, but strongly suggested.
