
No Diving.
‘Depending on what you want out of life...’ is the crux of every dive’s mission statement. There’s a place and time to put on something nice, have a cocktail, try to impress a date with something a little more… refined. But sometimes all you want out of life is a place to shed the conventions of refinement for the relief of raw relaxation. Something a little more in tune with just being and belonging and taking a load off. That usually feels pretty good too.

F*ck a whiskey allocation.
Seriously, when was the last time someone came into your bar and was like “Oh damn, you don't have a 2020 George T Stagg release? Close me out, this place is trash.” Probably never.