#gin bar in Richmond

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Food & drink places we visited on our trip, September 2024.

Richmond, VA

The Answer: always a favorite of ours, love their beer and the Vietnamese food offerings. Seating was fairly normal for breweries (meaning not the most comfortable).

Raleigh, NC

Aunt Betty's Gin and Absinthe Bar: Highly recommend if you like cocktails/liquor. They have a lot of amari, and the bartender let me test some liquor that I had never tried, like Malort; she also gave me great bitters recommendations, and also made me realize how much I need Allspice Dram. Seating: comfy chairs/sofas, but lower to the ground.

Brewery Bhavana: Beer was decent but the Shanghai-style mooncakes were *chef's kiss*. The used bookstore/restaurant/brewery theme was interesting. Seating was fairly normal, not very comfortable.

Gas station in South Carolina

Oreo Coke Zero: I'd give it a 4/10

Atlanta, GA

A Mano restaurant: Highly recommend. We made reservations before our trip because they offered amaro flights, and their Italian menu looked delicious (it was). I had two flights, all amari that I have not tried previously. Seating was comfy.

Halfway Crooks Beer: A+ music, nerd rock that the husband and I loved). I wasn't as interested in the beer but the husband enjoyed them. The ambiance was great, really liked the feel, but seating was cheap/uncomfortable.

Big Softie ice cream: Well worth a side trip. Delicious with the cornflake crumble on top.

Birmingham, AL

Dreamland BBQ: The classic white bread and ribs. I ordered the Rib "sandwich" (spoiler alert: not really a sandwich) and it was very tangy. Seating was standard, not that comfortable.

Monday Night Brewing: Visited this place during a tornado watch (hurricane/tropical storm Francine came through). Very windy night. I really liked the Oktoberfest beer, had a bit of honey flavor. The food was pretty good, too (Mexican-ish). I liked that they were holding an event the night we went for women in tech. Seating was fairly normal, not very comfortable.

Hero Doughnuts: Recommend! They had apple cider donuts already! I got two, plus an apple fritter. The husband got the three filled ones. I am always on the hunt for great fruit fritters, with the right fruit/dough/crispiness/glaze ratio. Hero's fritter was pretty good, I give it 7/10. The apple cider donuts were better, though, and really tasty two days later (we took the donuts to go as we left Birmingham for Asheville). I could go on about my donut quest but I'll stop here.

Asheville, NC

Eda Rhyne Distillery: I insisted we go here once we got into Asheville, since I'm always on an amari journey. Had two flights of their spirits and purchased three: Amaro Oscura, Rustic Nocino, and Bitter Tooth. Eight tasters of hard liquor without any food other than a donut was a bit much, I haven't felt tipsy like that in so long. So we headed to

Burial Brewing Forestry Camp Taproom: for dinner (and ok, a cocktail for me). Delicious pastrami sandwich hit the spot. Seating was fairly normal, but at least not those terrible ice cream parlor-type chairs.

DSSOLVR: Seating was slightly more comfortable than the usual fare, and I liked the Emo Nightmare beer.

Wicked Weed: Final meal in Asheville was at Wicked Weed brewing. I had just one cocktail, husband had four half portions of their beer. I'd rather wax lyrical about their shrimp and grits omg it was so delicious (also too salty, but man, so delicious). Now I'm obsessed with making the grits with a roux-based gravy - I always forget how much I love grits.

(not pictured: the very Southern spread and drinks prepared by my friend when we stopped by to hang out at his house in NC - and thanks to him, I am now obsessed with peppadews).

Suffolk, VA

Decoys Restaurant: Cocktail was meh, something in it tasted spoiled to me. However, their crab and corn chowder was so delicious, I would 100% drive back there to have it again.

Sojourn Fermentory: We specifically stopped in Suffolk just to try Sojourn, because one of the owners is one of our neighbors, and owns a Taiwanese Street Food restaurant near us. I was sad they were out of their Asian Glow collab, but the beer was decent, and I liked their dark lager a lot.

Bonus items we brought back from the trip.

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it is friday, january 27th, 12:45pm, a snowy 24 degree day in richmond, utah. 

don’t forget: the camera crew will be following! FILMING HOURS during this trip are 8AM - 1AM. there are NO cameras in corners/bedrooms or other private areas.

please stop ALL non-trip threads. & feel free to begin trip threads anywhere at the resort with anybody but there must be ONE thread with your muse’s roommate.  please post in the #confessionals channel our discord server, your muse’s reaction to the ski resort (what are they excited about? what are they gonna do first?) /their roommate. i will be posting muse-specific & general questions as the trip goes on.

under cut has room mates list & maple peak’s event for this weekend!

ROOMMATES: main floor -

BEDROOM #1: tilly & darcy

BEDROOM #2: samyr & mav

second floor -

BEDROOM #3: elara & aranya & ida

BEDROOM #4: arlo & shanley

MAPLE PEAK EVENTS: for your muse to check out, if they’d like!

Friday, January 27th @ 9pm: Jazz Night at Element

wine, dine, and unwind with live jazz music. experience their innovative cocktails and award-winning wine program paired with seasonally-inspired dishes.

Saturday, January 28th @ 7pm: Ski Week Après-Ski at Wine Bar

enjoy peach gin and tonics, elevated wines and light bites as you listen to DJs spinning vinyl records.

All weekend long ; free skate @ The Rink !

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

August 22, 2023

BORAT AND THE INANE GEORGIA VOTE CONSPIRACY

Years from now when people read about the 98-page indictment in Georgia of Donald Trump and 18 coconspirators they may well shake their heads and say, this couldn't be true, it's too stupid. Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis used the state's RICO statue to reveal an alleged criminal enterprise that is so witless it could have been cooked up by Borat: OK, here's what we'll do, in swing states we'll meet at the YMCA or a bar somewhere and get some idiots to commit felonies by declaring they're the real electors. Then Trump will tell his MAGA base to show up on Jan. 6 because, “It'll be wild.” When Congress is thrown into chaos by the attacking mob of insurrectionists, we'll get Mike Pence to count the phony electors and Trump will win. Ta da. OK Wilson, it's slightly more complicated than that, but not by much. Trump doesn't do complicated. You're right Wilson, Utah Sen. Mike Lee is up to his neck in this but is not named in the indictment. He'd rather be lucky than good any day. The big problem now is how to schedule the four separate criminal trials Trump is facing. He's asked the Georgia court to set April 2026 as the trial date, possibly hoping by then he'll be emperor or grand poo-bah and can make it all disappear with a wave of his wand. Poof. Where the hell did that Borat guy get to, anyway?

NEW ANTHEMS FOR REAL AMERICANS

You know, victimhood just keeps getting harder and harder. But luckily we still have real Americans to sing about injustice, like Oliver Anthony who just broke through with, “Rich Men North of Richmond,” that tells it like it is: “Well, God, if you're 5-foot-3 and you're 300 pounds/Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds/Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground/'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin' them down.” None other than Marjorie Taylor Greene, champion of angry white people, called it the “the anthem of the forgotten Americans...” We know who the enemies are: welfare queens and woke politicians. Damn straight. It's been viewed 17 million times on YouTube and right-wing influencers can't get enough. It comes on the heels of Jason Aldean's smash, “Try That In A Small Town” that hit home in red states. “Car jack an old lady at a red light/Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store... Cuss out a cop, spit in his face... Well, try that in a small town/See how far ya make it down the road....” It's a dog-eat-dog world and it's good people are still singin' about it so we won't be fooled by stuff like that “Barbie” movie. We need more Merle Haggard's in this world, “where even squares can have a ball.”

CULTURE WARS — CLIMATE CHANGE, WHAT CLIMATE CHANGE?

As everyone knows by now, Karl Marx was an environmentalist. And according to informed sources on the internet, climate scientists hate capitalism. They say things like the polar icecaps are melting to scare people from buying those condos in Miami Beach with garages full of sea water. The Earth is getting hotter, they cry with very little evidence to back it up. OK, sure, Texas had some record breaking heat and July was the hottest month since the moulton Earth cooled, but so what. The lefties go around yelling, the sky is falling, the sky is falling. But it's just a PR campaign to get Big Oil to invest more money in green energy. It's that whole “New Green Deal” pushed by AOC and her commie comrades in Congress. Luckily, The Heritage Foundation is ginning up “Project 2025” that will propound “dismantling almost every clean energy program in the federal government and boosting the production of fossil fuels,” says The New York Times. Big Oil and conservatives know what to do — they're lumping climate in with guns, gays and abortion. They know people don't trust elitists who want to stick needles in your arms, kill babies, take your guns and make your kids gay. Americans don't want experts telling them stuff. When they want to know the weather, they'll look out the window or turn on Fox News.

Post script — That's going to do it for another week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of natural disasters so you don't have to. Hurricane Hilary, which became tropical storm Hilary, wreaked havoc across Mexico's Baja Peninsula before it pummeled Southern California and Nevada. Also Sunday evening, a 5.1 magnitude earthquake centered in SoCal'sVentura County had folks wondering if the end had come. But that was nothing compared to Maui, where wildfire reduced Lahinia to ashes in minutes, leaving at least 114 dead and some 800 missing. Well Wilson, maybe we are in End Times just before the Second Coming. In the U.S., 39% of adults say “we are living in the End Times,” according to a Pew Research survey. Here are some of the signs from The Bible that The End is near: deception, famine, natural disasters, the spread of new diseases and war. But not to worry, says Salt Lake City soothsayer Ron Anderson. “The End has always been near,” he said, “if those are the signs.” What do you think Wilson, can The End set us free. It's hard to worry about stuff if the curtain is about to come down. This could be the time to buy that Porsche — after all if The End is near you won't have to make payments. If it doesn't come, well you'll just have to play it by ear.

OK Wilson, we know you and the guys in the band like good ol' American ballads, like Marvin Gaye's “What's Goin' On,” The Eagles' “Lyin' Eyes" and, of course, “Blowin In The Wind,” by Dylan. So maybe you and the guys can take up where we left off with Merle Haggard and his anthem about real Americans. Hit it, Wilson:

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take our trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein' free. We don't make a party out of lovin'; We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo; We don't let our hair grow long and nasty and dirty, Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all. Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear; Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen. And football's still the roughest thing on campus, And the kids they still respect the college dean. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball. And we still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.

(Okie From Muskogee — Merle Haggard)

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GEIGER KEY LUNCHEON WITH RICHMOND CROWD

GEIGER KEY LUNCHEON WITH RICHMOND CROWD - https://keywestlou.com/geiger-key-luncheon-with-richmond-crowd/Good time at lunch yesterday. Geiger Key with Laura Bateman and Mark Lazenby. Richmond, Virginia residents. I met Laura last week when I was having dinner with Jean and Joe Thornton. I bought dinner for our group that evening. Laura insisted on reciprocating at some time. I told her to call me. Yesterday was the day. She even picked me up and drove. Laura had written and mentioned a friend Mark Lazenby would be joining us. Mark has a condo in Fort Lauderdale and was driving down to be with Laura for a few days. He would meet us on his drive to Key West. Geiger Key's atmosphere was its usual calm beautiful self. The company added to its special flavor. The conversation covered many things. Family, post COVID effects, Greece, London, Beefeater gin, Richmond, Key West, etc. I found two items especially interesting. Mark is suffering post COVID as I. Other than work, he remains home as he did when avoiding the COVID bug. He was finding it difficult now to get himself out. Laura lived in Key West at one time. She finds today's Key West expensive. Especially groceries. She has rented a house for several weeks. Went to Publix for groceries. The expensive nature of the groceries blew her out! Way more than Richmond. I had mentioned to Laura when we had dinner last week how it was next to impossible to get Beefeater in Key West. I meant at a bar. She thought overall. So she had Mark pick up a bottle for me in Fort Lauderdale. I came out a winner! Free lunch, a bottle of Beefeater and some very interesting company. I heard an interesting comment today on Morning Joe re Olive Garden. I was able to locate it on the internet afterwards. Home office Olive Garden has fired a manager of one of its Kansas restaurants. The dismissal turned on a message the manager had sent to all her employees. Concerned taking time off. Part of the message read as follows: "If you're sick, you need to prove it to us. If your dog died, you need to bring him in and prove it to me. If it's a 'family emergency' and you can't say, too bad. Go work somewhere else." I came across an interesting article on the internet. Concerned tampons and the inquiring minds of some men. Some tampons are labeled R and L. Women know why. Men do not. Aroused the male curiosity. Men were asking the question as to what was the difference between "right" and "left" tampons. The answer. The correct one. The one all women know: The R stands for "Regular" indicating a normal, middle of the road period flow. While the L stands for "Light" which is used on days when the flow is - you guessed it - lighter than average. Males of the world now know. Ain't no right or left involved. Krysten Sinema's decision to leave the Democratic Party fell upon the Democrats like a black cloud. A Democratic operative said, "Her party switch is an electoral grenade, and she just pulled the pin." One of Key West's most proud and popular buildings is the Custom House. The contract for its construction was awarded this day in 1888. The building was completed in the later part of 1891. Total cost of construction $107,955.96. Imagine the millions it would cost to erect today! Many the great thought was put into words by Winston Churchill. So many. I came across one this morning which I share: "The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." Enjoy your day!  

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One Of Us

Requested by anon: Hi 💙 could you do a peaky blinders x brother reader where the brother feels left out and goes and does something stupid and the others have to save him but it ends with fluff?? I love your writing so much btw 💙💙

Pairing: Shelby Family & Gray Family + Brother!/Cousin!Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, (slight?)angst, fluff, me not proof-reading

Words: 1,937

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @simonsbluee​, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

“Y/n- Y/n- Y/n! I don’t see why you have to do this-” Polly pleaded, attempting to block the door and prevent her nephew from leaving.

“Aunt Pol...They never include me. Think I’m not man enough probably, but I’ll prove them wrong.” He held his aunt’s hands. “I’m old enough. Man enough. I’m gonna show my big brothers that I can do it. I promise, I’ll be safe.”

“B-but... Tommy’ll kill me if I let you go. I would kill me if I let you go,” she chuckled, “I can’t just...”

“You’re right.” Y/n hugged his aunt before picking her up and turning around so she was on the opposite side of him and the door. “You can’t. But I can. Goodbye Pol.”

Only three hours ago Y/n and Polly were at the front door. Two hours ago, the boys returned. One hour ago, Tommy had found out. And now, they were discussing what to do or where Y/n even went.

“For fuck’s sake, Pol! All you had to do was watch him!”

Polly’s face, red with tears, showed a newfound rage. “You are not my parent, Thomas! I am your elder, I am your Aunt. Yes, I was supposed to watch him, but you- You will never boss me around like that. Especially when your brother is fucking missing.”

“How would you know if he’s missing or not.”

“Because. He told me that he was going to prove that he was man enough...whatever that means. Anyways, I happen to know that what he said indicates that he’s putting himself in danger.”

Tommy drank straight from the bottle in his hands, eyes wide as they scanned the room. He tried to focus on something else, to get drunk and distracted, but as much as he denied it; his aunt was right. “Get John and Ar-”

She slapped him, earning a bewildered look from her nephew. “I said not to tell me what to do.”

“Go. Get. John. And. Arthur.” Tom groaned and rested his face in his hands, “Trust me, you’re going to want to listen to me, Pol.” He didn’t even have to look up to know that she’d left the room; the door slamming shut and her heels clacking against the floor until they faded out.

The two brothers he’d instructed his aunt to get rushed into the room within about five minutes, panting for breath after running throughout Tommy’s home. He explained the situation to them, “So for whatever reason, our little brother had decided to do something. As for what he’s done... I haven’t a clue.”

“Maybe he went to a bar?”

“Polly said his last words to her before he left had something to do with ‘proving he was man enough.’”

“Man enough?” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You reckon he went to go 'become a man’?” John cackled, elbowing his oldest brother and wiggling his brows. Tommy rolled his eyes as he walked over and flicked his younger brother in the ear. “Ouch! Fuck off, Tom!”

“Our younger brother’s sex-life is nothing of our business, and I highly doubt he’d do something like that to prove a point to us...” Tommy walked back to his chair and sat back down. He rested an elbow on his desk and his face upon his fist, thinking.

But that was it.

“Wait...”

“What is it Tommy?” Arthur and John were pulled from their own trances of thought with eagerness to hear what Thomas had to say.

“That’s it.” He stood up. “He wouldn’t do something like that to prove a point to us, but he’d do some other stuff...we just have to think like him.”

John’s head turned to Arthur, the older brother’s actions following his younger’s, as their eyes bulged with realization. “Remember that one time?” John started, catching both his brother’s attention. “At Ada’s party? Y/n was being pushed around by some of Ada’s friends, as well as Ada, so he ran off and hid?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he was pulled into the memory, “We all teamed up and thought about the last time he’d hidden and how he strategized.”

“And then we found him, in mother’s closet, huddled in a ball.” Tommy finished, a small smile gracing his features while he reminisced. “He always finds something comfortable and safe in his own opinion. And if he wants to prove something to us, he’ll stay in his comfort zone but step out of ours.”

The three of them held the silence, feeling lost in the childhood euphoria before Ada spoke up from the doorway, startling her brothers slightly. “Richmond.”

“What?”

“One of the people we’re going against with race bets. Felix Richmond. I remember Y/n telling me how, and I quote, ‘fucking stupid Richmond is if he thinks he can go against the Shelbys.’ Then he told me he could take on the man. I thought he was kidding but...“

Polly scoffed as she approached the door, stealing the cigarette from her niece’s fingers and placing it between her own lips. “You’ve got to teach that boy that we are not indestructible.”

“Nah, he’s right.”

“Right,” Ada snatched her cigarette back, ignoring the glare she received from her aunt, “and probably dead.”

“Key word, little sister. Probably.” Arthur winked teasingly as he shrugged his coat on, the other two Shelby brother’s doing the same. 

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“To rescue our idiot of a little brother.” Thomas walked to his aunt and grabbed her shoulders. “I promise you, aunt Pol, I’ll come back with him.”

“You better.”

They walked into the mansion, guided by two men with very large and very threatening guns. John couldn’t keep his hands to himself as he followed behind, resulting in him getting nudged by the end of one of the guns.

“Tommy! Arthur! John! My least favorite Shelbys! How are you? Wait- no, don’t answer that. Let me skip the crap, alright?” Felix cleared his throat, “Why the fuck are you here?”

“Our little brother. Really dumb, impulsive...young but acts even younger.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, younger. Like a spoiled two year old bastard.”

“Ah!” Richmond cackled loudly, holding his stomach. “So all you Shelby boys?”

Almost as if he knew it would happen, Tommy’s arm came up, blocking Arthur from moving forward as a reaction to Richmond’s teasing. “He’s just trying to get to us, Arthur.”

“Well he’s doing a damn good job at it. Where’s our brother, you fucking bastard?”

“That wasn’t very nice.” His eyes moved to Thomas. “Tommy, do me a favor and get your ugly mutt to sit down and shut the hell up.”

Before any of the brothers could do anything about Richmond’s comment, the door behind him opened to reveal two heavily armed men carrying out Y/n, who squirmed and fought as hard as he could. His attempts managed to make him slip from their grasps, as well as give him a good shot at one of the men’s faces. He punched him, gifting him a not-so-pleasant-gift of a black eye before trying to dart down the stairs.

The man who hadn’t been hit grabbed Y/n’s collar, pulling him back harshly.

“You see, I have your brother, and I don’t think he deserves to get away from this without a punishment. He broke into my home, tried to kill me, and just assaulted one of my men.”

“Yes, and we apologize for our brother’s not so wise decisions. Now, please, let him go.” It took everything in Tommy to not pull out his gun and shoot blindly. He knew the odds were nowhere near in his favor; Richmond’s staff were heavily armed and greatly trained. Shooting even one bullet would be the dumbest decision known to man.

Felix thought for a second then scrunched his face with frustration. “Your brothers are here to retrieve you. I’m gonna give you one chance to get out of my home and never return. You got that, boy?” Y/n nodded, “Good. Don’t fuck it up.” He shoved Y/n towards his brothers and began turning and walking back through the doors, “Now get the fuck out of my house, you gypsy fucks.”

As Y/n approached his aunt and sister, his face held guilt and empathy. Polly was the first to walk up to him, her eyes glossy with tears. She didn’t speak, only started at him- checking for any injuries. Just as he was about to lean forward and hug her, she slapped him.

Y/n stumbled back, hand clasping his face as he looked back at his aunt. She furrowed her brows and began to cry before walking forward and hugging him.

Polly pulled away and allowed Ada to hug her younger brother. She shook her head and laughed, squeezing him tightly as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, don’t cry Ada...you’re gonna be okay...”

“Shit, Y/n- I’m not crying because I’m sad, idiot! I’m crying because I’m happy you’re alright. I thought you went and got yourself killed!”

Y/n scratched the back of his neck nervously, Ada walking backwards to pull away from their hug. With a chuckle, he confessed the thoughts that’d been haunting him since they’d left Richmond’s mansion. “To be honest, I think I would’ve had these three not shown up.”

His aunt walked back over to them, handing each of the five a glass and filling it up. “The next time you even think of do something like that,” she paused, lifting the bottle upright and holding eye contact with Y/n, “I’ll gut you myself.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cheers and hugs passed around in celebration. But once again, Y/n felt left out. He knew the party was for him, but the smiles and cheery spirits...it just felt like he didn’t deserve them.

Sitting outside, he hid in plain sight while he nursed a bottle of gin. He was right next to the front doors, practically starring off into space as they world around him was flushed out. Well, as he tried to flush it out.

Tommy burst through the doors to light himself a cigarette and enjoy the fresh air, but his plans changed when he noticed his little brother and his state of absence. He chuckled, putting the unlit stick back into it’s box and walked over to the boy by the doors.

“Y/n?”

He smiled and shook his head as Y/n jumped slightly. “Y-yeah, Tommy?”

“I wanted to say...I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Y/n looked up at his brother.

“For making you feel like you didn’t belong. Like you didn’t quite fit in. Believe me, you fit in perfectly. It’s my fault you don’t feel like it though. I’m so caught up in keeping you as this little boy from before I went to war, but you’re not a little boy. You’re eighteen. Finn’s a little boy, but you’re not.”

Thomas groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bunched up cloth looking item, “It’s time I acknowledge that for once.” He smoothed it out, “So, how about we make a deal. You wear this and know you’re one of us,” he placed the infamous Peaky-cap on Y/n’s head, “or spend the rest of your life trying to prove something we all, including you, already know.”

He grabbed the gin from Y/n’s hand and walked to the door, stopping only for a second to deliver his younger brother a smile and a message; “You never need to prove it, but nevertheless, you’ve proved it today in more ways than one. You’ve got the Shelby spirit, brother. You’re one of us.”

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The finest wine bar and restaurant in Richmond

People struggle the entire day in discharging their duties and responsibilities, by the end feeling mentally and physically exhausted. After a daylong mental and physical stress, your body and mind needs peaceful rest and relaxation to prepare you for the next day. People often try various activities for their mental and physical rest.

While many prefer to take a shower and go for a stroll or gym to release their stress, there are many who de-stress themselves by having afterwork drinks in Richmond. Very often people, young or old, working with big corporate houses get late while accomplishing their assignments and are constrained to have late night dinners.

Incidentally Richmond has a plethora of such high quality restaurants with bar which are the ideal places for dining in Richmond.

There is a great number of restaurants and wine bars that are renowned for their best late night eats in Richmond that facilitate people of all age group a place not only to enjoy delicious food with their favorite glass of wine, beer and whiskey or scotch.

What place should you choose?

Although it is a matter of personal choice, if you wish to enjoy your lunch or dinner, the restaurant with bar that you choose should have an ambience that may provide you happiness, peace and relaxation.

Often people look for sitting near flowers or vegetation in cozy environment or on open roof tops to enjoy the panoramic view of town. You may enjoy your favorite drink near fire place or barbeque.

In addition, the chosen restaurant or wine bar must have:

Courteous and well trained staff to welcome and serve you

Wide range of delicious food and drinks

Prompt services

Reasonable cost of delicacies

Other important features of a good restaurant

Apart from providing a place for after work drinks and dining or late night dinner and drinks in Richmond, almost all customer oriented restaurants are always ready to host dinner and drinks  in Richmond for your:

Gatherings

Official or Social meetings

Celebrations such as Birthdays

Toasting for events like corporate employees’ birthday celebrations or award felicitation or celebrating successful launch are often motivates employees.

Your junior colleague will remember your magnanimity entire his/her life when you take him/her in a dignified restaurant or wine bar for a birthday drink in Richmond.

Characteristic features of an elegant wine bar

A professional wine bar not only creates an environment for the event but also set a tone of the occasion to leave a long lasting effect on the mind of guests attending the occasion.

The events are usually remembered when you add:

Extra element of creativity

Pure native taste or incorporate nature to the ambience

Serve succulent cuisine cooked with local ingredients

Exclusive collection of Australian seasonal produce

Serve finest wines and beers besides Champagne , Cocktails, Vodka, Gin , Rum, Tequila , Bourbon Whisky, Whiskey, Liqueurs, Aperitifs and Digestifs

The unparalleled professional customer service provided by the serving staff ensures flawless execution of the event.

Your search for an ideal place for relaxation ends

When you wish to enjoy happy moments of your life, join your colleagues in their celebrations or just to relax and let go of the pressures of your day, visit Attria wine bar in Richmond, Melbourne.

The place offers an extensive wine bar and cocktail menu along with a mouthwatering Mediterranean inspired dining menu.

[richie-shepard]

He was my gin gay... || Flashback

When: Late August 2018

Where: Heat Lounge

Summary: After having the most awkward conversation with Flynn and Randall, Richie decided to see for himself if his former best friend / boyfriend was living it up with the Gin Gays...well, that and figure out if he didn’t completely fucking hate his guts. Armed with nothing but Bloody Marys and self pep talk, he crossed the town.

Note: Long.

Richie half-regretted his Bloody Mary bonanza.

His stomach churned with the mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and Vodka. The weight of uncertainty made every step slower than the last one, but he knew where he was headed. He had intel and there was no turning back now; he couldn’t let his teenage self down again. Heart racing and all, Rich didn’t know the exact reason why he had to confirm Eddie’s whereabouts the second there was a hint on them.

Let’s try this, Richmond: You’ve always had him in the back of your head and have felt like a complete douchebag for ruining what was the only real relationship you’ve had in what will probably be your very, very short life.

The little voice in him that often went ignored tried to calm him down.

It’s too good to be true. Besides, after you completely fucking ghosted on him, why would life grant your ass another shot? Hell, why would he?

Alright, maybe deeming his inner voice as self-calming was too much of a courtesy, even for himself.

He was still awe-struck at the amount of information that had been poured on him like a cold shower; one that, frankly, he yet didn’t need. Every single detail the guys had told him about this Louie persona, was way too fitting with the remaining memories he had of Eddie... besides, it’s not as if Berlioz was a completely usual last name. It definitely wasn’t Benji-boy that was being discussed. Also, it would be a blatant lie if Rich didn’t accept he had looked Eddie up years ago; both through social media and the few old friends in common they had that still were willing to talk to him. Richie knew he was in California, but it had never crossed his mind that there could come a day where they’d actually meet each other again. Perhaps it meant-

You still don’t know if you will, stop being dramatic.

Right.

He needed a plan or at least a notion of what he’d do if he managed to see his face and actually speak to him, all this after finding him, of course. Eddie had a really nice face, he’d recognize it even if they were fifty; he too wondered if he was still shorter than him...

Focus, bitch.

Right. 

“Hello, remember me? I used to be your idiot.” Richie breathed out to himself as he crossed the street, hoping he wasn’t making a complete fool out of himself as he tried to keep his steps as straight as he...

Straight? Dude, you’re asking way too much here.

...as sober-looking as he could. He shook his head. “Eds? Is that you? Shit, I don’t think my last messages got through, right? Ha. Ha. How long has it been? Five years already? You haven’t aged a-”

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

“I’ll just wing it, then.” Richie drew his mouth into a thin line, both at the fact that he was completely blowing it before he even got the actual chance to... and to appease the elderly lady that was warily watching him as they waited for the crosswalk light to turn, she was clutching her bag like a lifeline. He ran as fast as his state allowed him to; feeling the alcohol jitters gradually leave him behind along with every annoyed person he accidentally shoved as he tried to make his way down to the bar.

The Sun was setting as he reached the venue, his courage dimming in the same way. If he didn’t know any better, Rich would’ve thought cameras were rolling. He came to a halt as the bouncer greeted him, returning an awkward wave and shooting him a smile that exuded everything but emotional stability.

What are you expecting to find?

He let the question linger in his head as he walked in, eyes slowly getting used to the lively atmosphere of the bar. It was nice. If Richie wasn’t on a mission, he would’ve definitely hit up the bar and drank himself well into the next day.

With all that could go wrong right now, who knows? You just might have to.

He knew he hated himself, but it was getting ridiculous.

Rich shook his head and kept his head down as he walked between the groups of people; the last thing he wanted at the moment was any sort of attention. His eyes scanned the room for any sight of familiarity. He wondered if he looked like a displaced creep, just walking around without actually knowing if Eds was even in the place. After an estimate of fifteen minutes had passed, Richie decided it was probably best if he just got out of there. He had walked through the entire venue...

Oh. Oh shit.

His eyes came to a halt when he turned around; precisely, on a table that hadn’t been occupied just a few minutes before. Richie watched the man and awe-struck wasn’t enough of a word to cover what he was feeling. He felt a flutter in his chest he had long forgotten, a small amount of joy finding its way into his chest as he watched the lonely guy in disbelief. Eddie. It was him.

Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?

Clearing his throat as if he needed its permission for his feet to make the first move, it was now or never. Rich set his sights on the table... and his sights would be as far as he would probably get that night. Without any warning, another guy swiftly sat at Eddie’s side, shamelessly pecking his cheek as if he could just do that without any care in the world. Richie was offended... with no logical reason to support it.

And he’s hot. Great. Fuck me.

Richie glared at the other guy, feeling a wave of disbelief and plain jealousy washing over every fiber of his being. 

Stupid dude ruining everything, I should have the chance to at least fuck it all up myself. It’s the least this shitty day could give me.

Everything looked so natural between them. The way they leaned into each other to talk, the coy touches of their hands and-

Fuck. Ugh. Stop kissing. Get a ro- NO.

He gave his own cheek a quick slap, trying to get as much of his shit together again as he possibly could. Richie fixed his eyes on the scene after a moment, grateful to himself for not having stared at them with his mouth wide-open like the fucking idiot he was. Even from a distance, nothing else was able to draw his attention away from them. Now they were just talking, thankfully... yet, something tugged at his stomach in all the wrong ways. It wasn’t the kissing anymore. Rich focused solely on Eds’ face; there was something off with how Eddie was smiling at the guy... how we was smiling...

Wait.

Eddie looked happy. Genuinely happy. It was a smile he remembered very well, one he still held onto. He once was on the other end of it.

Something in Richie broke and it hit him like a block of ice. He had no right to feel sad and he was now fucking aware of that really obvious fact. Responsibility had never been a friend of his, but even then he knew everything was on him to blame. If things had gone differently... no, if he had acted differently, perhaps it’d be him sitting there with Eds. He stood idly by, hoping his intense staring wouldn’t drive the coup- the men’s attention towards him. 

Rich took a deep breath, feeling like a helpless asshole. Eddie was as close as he had ever been in the past few years, he only had to walk; he only had to put on a smile and fucking walk over th...

“OH MY GOD. IS THAT RICHMOND SHEPARD?”

The screech took him out of his stupor. If it had been any other day, he would’ve graciously accepted both the attention and the blowjob from the guy that was now shamelessly smirking at him, but not tonight. Unwilling to deal with whatever could come next, Richie quickly placed his sunglasses on his face and bolted out of the place.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Hope they didn’t hear that. Shit!

Once outside, he panicked for a second when he realized he couldn’t see anything anymore... he then took his glasses off and realized everything was now dark around him. He chuckled dryly, but he began to feel how his eyes really didn’t follow the same state.

How fucking fitting.

He slowly began to walk towards where he hoped his apartment would eventually find him. The effects of his high waning away as he took deep breaths to clear his head and gaze. Richie could feel himself trembling, angry at himself for having lost... for having screwed up his chances right now and many years before. He came to a stop in a small alley, needing to find some sort of support for his small crisis.

Rich’s back dragged its way down the wall, ending up with him curled into a ball with his face covered by his suddenly cold hands. The sting in his eyes had left him, but the pressure in his chest turned his already irregular breathing into mild panting.

I have no right. Shit. I have no motherfucking right to feel like this. Fucking... I fucked it all up. You stupid, fucking loser.

Richie was unaware if the words were echoing off his mind or the alley, but he didn’t care anymore. He had made careless choices in the past and they were finally catching up to him. He definitely wasn’t expecting for a simple glimpse to take such a toll on him. Of course he missed Eds every fucking day, even if he didn’t allow himself to admit it; he missed their talks and bickering, the way he worried over him and how he could punch his arm but still look at him with the utmost warmth in his eyes... that one hug in Bill’s living room. 

Eddie is happy.

Rich finally got around to figuring his thoughts out, uncovering his face as he did so. His body slowly relaxed until he felt like a rag doll that had been thrown away for charity; he tried sighing himself into composure. This had been the first time in his miserable life that he had actually understood the mistake he had made, that he had truly seen it. If his sorry ass was now feeling everything at once, he couldn’t possibly imagine how much he had hurt Eddie when he had left him behind. He could never make that right again. There was no way.

Eddie had been the only one that ever really saw him, and he had let him down in the worst way.

He won’t ever forgive me. I deserve this.

Richie was finally sober.