I enjoy the Speakeasy culture where secret passages lead to great cocktails. Therefore, it only makes sense that I love visiting Low Bar when I am in Traverse City, Michigan.
When we arrived, we took the elevator down from street level before stepping out into the darkness. The black walls and ceilings were dimly lit by chandeliers and flickering candles. We eased ourselves into a pair of black leather wing back chairs in an intimate corner and ordered a cocktail from their extensive list.
A Negroni for me, of course, and a Paper Airplane for the Mr. I watch, beguiled as the Bartender slightly burns the edges of my orange peel before slipping it into my drink. It adds a bit more depth to an already amazing cocktail. My husband’s drink comes in a bottle filled with smoke. So dramatic!
Time was irrelevant here as we slowly sipped and savored our libations. It almost felt as though we had truly traveled back in time.
What a perfect place for a cocktail!