Sunday, December 11, 2011

Mulled Perfection

Dove Parlour

C.Ell and I wanted mulled wine.  We tossed around a few options on the east side of town (inconvenient for the both of us) before I remembered that one of my favorite bars in the Village serves the stuff, so off we went.

If I belong to another era (and I often think I do) then Dove Parlour is the time-capsule that lets me slip back to that time I never knew.  Low lighting, red velvet flocked wallpaper, bourbon cocktails, and Frank Sinatra on the stereo.


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