It's one of those rare but perfect summer nights when, for at least a few hours, it actually does feel like the livin' is easy. It's hot but not oppressive. And I need something to wet my whistle.
Amy Franklin Two versions of the Windmill's Summer Rain.
It isn't a speakeasy, but from the first time I followed my friend Chuck through the red door of The Windmill Lounge, I felt I'd been let in on a secret. "This is where bartenders come to drink," Chuck said.
High praise for a place that looked for all the world like a dive, I thought. But the drinks were damn good, and the vibe was slow and easy.More »