So many auto shops on Lincoln.
So few of them offering the right proportions of gin-to-atomized-fernet on their patios.
Get your motor running for the Lincoln, a new bar with a tasteful 1940s garage feel from the Jeffrey Best–driven brigade behind Warwick and Power House. It opens tonight in Venice, and this is its slideshow.
The Red Garter will be a distant memory once you enter Matt Winter’s workshop mixing materials from old Porsche and Mercedes source books, ship lamps, stools made from car jacks and glass from a Sherman tank factory. And a rare 1927 Model T roadster. There’s one of those in there, too.
Hang out after work over classic rock and a beer/shot combo they call the High Dive. Or stretch out a post-Scopa date with a round of Menthylamines (gin, mint, egg, lime and atomized fernet) from a Nice Guy vet while grazing knees under a wall of pounded-tin battery jackets.
We also see you chasing Sunday brunch out on the marvelous brick patio up front. You’ll be with a few friends who don’t really go east of Lincoln, rosé and scotches in hand, while discussing all the big changes afoot in Venice.
Like anybody drinking rosé on Lincoln.
So few of them offering the right proportions of gin-to-atomized-fernet on their patios.
Get your motor running for the Lincoln, a new bar with a tasteful 1940s garage feel from the Jeffrey Best–driven brigade behind Warwick and Power House. It opens tonight in Venice, and this is its slideshow.
The Red Garter will be a distant memory once you enter Matt Winter’s workshop mixing materials from old Porsche and Mercedes source books, ship lamps, stools made from car jacks and glass from a Sherman tank factory. And a rare 1927 Model T roadster. There’s one of those in there, too.
Hang out after work over classic rock and a beer/shot combo they call the High Dive. Or stretch out a post-Scopa date with a round of Menthylamines (gin, mint, egg, lime and atomized fernet) from a Nice Guy vet while grazing knees under a wall of pounded-tin battery jackets.
We also see you chasing Sunday brunch out on the marvelous brick patio up front. You’ll be with a few friends who don’t really go east of Lincoln, rosé and scotches in hand, while discussing all the big changes afoot in Venice.
Like anybody drinking rosé on Lincoln.
