Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.
Other times you want to go where the huge bowls of bourbon-filled tea are.
For the latter, look to the Lounge at Byblos, an attractive new late-night Mediterranean perch for revelry of the DJ and spiked tea varieties. It’s now open in South Beach, and these are pictures of it.
You know Byblos. That sexy Mediterranean tapas spot next to the Royal Palm. Remember that underutilized expanse of space at the door? Consider it officially utilized. Now, you’ll find velvet sofas, cushions fashioned from Mediterranean fabrics and a gold-and-silver mirrored bar there.
But it’s so much more than just a pretty face. And here are three situations that might lead you to all of its awaiting glory...
Post-work drinks.
It opens at 6 every night. Which, coincidentally, is right around the time you start craving Arak Frappes. You know how you get when you haven’t had a Levantine-anise-flavored spirit.
Sussing out a first date.
How one shares meze (take truffle flatbread, for instance) says a lot about a person.
A soothing late-night cup of tea.
Or a bowl of it. Spiked with gin. Or bourbon.
The cup’s reign of terror ends here.
Other times you want to go where the huge bowls of bourbon-filled tea are.
For the latter, look to the Lounge at Byblos, an attractive new late-night Mediterranean perch for revelry of the DJ and spiked tea varieties. It’s now open in South Beach, and these are pictures of it.
You know Byblos. That sexy Mediterranean tapas spot next to the Royal Palm. Remember that underutilized expanse of space at the door? Consider it officially utilized. Now, you’ll find velvet sofas, cushions fashioned from Mediterranean fabrics and a gold-and-silver mirrored bar there.
But it’s so much more than just a pretty face. And here are three situations that might lead you to all of its awaiting glory...
Post-work drinks.
It opens at 6 every night. Which, coincidentally, is right around the time you start craving Arak Frappes. You know how you get when you haven’t had a Levantine-anise-flavored spirit.
Sussing out a first date.
How one shares meze (take truffle flatbread, for instance) says a lot about a person.
A soothing late-night cup of tea.
Or a bowl of it. Spiked with gin. Or bourbon.
The cup’s reign of terror ends here.
