Totally shut down for blocks. Gridlock in every direction. Just trying to cross the street, you got tangled up in a random dog leash with a stylist, a bell cart, three assistants, 17 lattes and Javier Bardem.
You need an escape from the madness, preferably involving whiskey and waffles.
Good news: a few blocks east of the Kodak, an old-timey enclave of Sazeracs and sunsets is here. Wood and Vine soft-opens tomorrow.
If you’re relaxed by the smell of whiskey, antiques and duck-fat fries, this is the refined neighborhood bar for you. It’s the kind of place you’ll come by for an early dinner before a Pantages show across the street, heading up to the balcony for a low-lit table covered with shareable plates of house-cured charcuterie, oxtail lasagna and Chicken and Waffles with Maple-Roasted Squash. (The chef’s from Bastide, so you’ll allow the modification.)
But this is first and foremost a bar, so it’s also good for a classy-but-boozy date you want to keep going until 2am. In that scenario, you’ll lead your coconspirator past the bar and out to a seat by the fire pit in the hidden courtyard. They’ve got plenty of rare ryes, whiskeys and bourbons to work through (try the 20-year Pappy Van Winkle), and the lemon juice in your gin-based Aviation is hand-squeezed to order.
Or you could always just drink some whiskey at the bar.