M Bar

MBA's spend their downtime tossing back martinis, discussing finer points of Marriott rewards points. Single granite wall holds up blonde wood, upholds ironed business mood. Suave bartender won't give in to beige sterility, counter-attacks with Willy Wonka cocktails, shocking herbs. Chef is either a genius or terribly indecisive, builds a menu collage from randomly ripped pages of some retro cookbook. Lemon sole meets truffle tator tots, 'mkay? Is it getting warmer in here?