You keep a martini shaman on retainer. Your crack team of 24-hour shine runners is on speed dial.
But at the end of the day, sometimes all you really want is... a bar.
No “scene.” No sea anemone cocktails garnished with the tears of baby tigers. And definitely no flagrant bar-top dancing.
Okay, maybe flagrant bar-top dancing.
Welcome to The Family Dog, your new take-it-or-leave-it neighborhood shenanigan factory from Rosebud’s own “angry chef,” Ron Eyester, soft-opening next week in Morningside.
For starters, you’ll want to disabuse yourself of any preconceived Rosebud-ian notions before breaching this particular threshold. And once you do that, you’ll find yourself surrounded by floor-to-ceiling brick/subway-tiled walls, pressed-tin ceilings and, of course, a massive Grateful Dead mural.
Head underneath it for a little banquette surfing while biding your time between Smoked Trout Potato Skins and Spiked Shandys (SweetWater IPA, rye whiskey and ginger beer). From there, options: a heated foosball bout. Unearthing a few mood-ripening treasures from the old-school jukebox...
Or carving out some real estate at the behemoth bar and settling in for a bespoke whiskey flight (you’ve got about 70 to choose from) or some adult fruit punch served in a mason jar.
Like Wheaties for bar-top dancing.