In the winter the namesake is ironic with empty pots and furniture covered in a thick frost. Past the brick towards the back is a window and small door to peek at the patio. The setting, overcast with details of a classic approach, is simply poetic. Long day? Ask for the Bartender’s Choice to flip your mental umbrella inside out.
Or fly into the squall with the Sky Pilot: Applejack, Jamaican rum, and lime, with a housemade pomegranate drizzle. Bourbon, Allspice Dram, fresh lime juice, simple syrup, and a firm dash of Angostura. Request the Lions Tail to chase the Ghost in the Darkness. This is where it hails in showers of vices with their thunderous specialty menu. Settle into the iron suspended stools to wind back the body’s barometer. Is that Lou Reed? Perhaps, or maybe the wet mind and shades are playing tricks. It’s where the other faces along the bar top fade to shadow the farther you look down.
Weather Up is everything it needs to be and is completely true to itself.
Like a selfish soul attracted to gold, your mixture can’t help but be pushed closer to the flame for a look at the way the light dances through the glass. There is something so alluring about a candlelit atmosphere to accompany a drink. With real watering holes becoming harder to find, Weather Up in Brooklyn is something we contentedly vanish into the fog towards and hope anyone following behind instead chooses to weather the opposite path - because when you hold a place like this so dear to your eager heart, you keep hush about it. The subject matter of this report happens to be the perfect storm for an onslaught of signature cocktails. As much as we may think we know the forecast, the weather will forever be unpredictable. And when it comes to choosing a place a man can lift his soles off the ground and enjoy one hell of a drink, the unpredictable becomes the coveted.
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