The bar at Coeur | Photo by Emily Teel
Sitting in the bar felt a little like eating inside a whale because of the curved white ribs of the rafters overhead. The lights were dim. There are fireplaces (not in action on the nights I was there and, at least for now, unusable), but candles flickered everywhere, giving the whole room a warm, rustic, cozy feel. It’s the kind of place you could get lost in. Settle down with a couple friends or a good book, and, before you know it, it’s six months later and you’re carrying 10 extra pounds of gravy weight and working two shifts a week as a bar-back just to cover your bourbon tab.
