Great, great saying. But hey, guess what: it’s not true anymore.
Because now there’s Homestead, a crazy experiment in urban farming and alfresco dining, opening Wednesday.
This is a collision of rooftop horticulture and farm-fresh cocktailing. And it comes from the guys behind the Fifty/50 and Roots pizzeria, who you’ve long suspected harbored a secret ambition to raise their own strawberries.
To get here, enter through Roots and move past the main bar. Look for an old radiator that’s been turned into a hostess stand. (It will be the one with the hostess behind it.)
You’ll be led up the stairs onto a rooftop filled with tables made from old barn doors and tin ceilings from a farm. At some point, you may also notice an entire farm up here, too. The smell of Jerusalem artichokes is a dead giveaway.
Some 130 types of edibles will be growing up here—everything from kale for the Rocky’s-Revenge-Bourbon-Brown-ale-braised beef to the fresh clover in your No. 2 (cachaça, absinthe, Velvet Falernum, sparkling wine).
And we know how you like fresh clover with your Velvet Falernum.