We went on a mini Eastside pubcrawl Sunday night and came across the magical Eastside Showroom. After stepping across the threshold, we entered a different era. After many exclamations of "Where are we?!" I decided we weren't in Narnia, but instead had emerged the 1920s. From the ceiling hung light sculptures, from the walls, painting and drawings galore.
A flapperesque waitress with an old-timey accent took our drink orders. The boys took their pick of obscure beers while I decided on a Pink Lady which looked quite similar to the drink above, just replace the slice of lime with some bruised cucumber. I tried to persuade at least one of the boys to get a Brother Thelonius on tap. Sadly they had just run out.
During our stay we saw a man wearing denim overalls strap an accordion to his back and delighted in our table, covered in pennies suspended in epoxy.
These pictures don't really show the all the magic that was The Eastside Showroom at night. Candlelight only intensified all that was surreal. I'll have to bring my sister to fully capture its splendor closer to the witching hour.
Upon further research I've discovered that the light sculptures, furniture, and art are prototypes for sale. Awesome. I can't wait to go back for dinner.