Everything about the cocktail bar at the Merchant's Hotel drips elegance, from the grand old…read moreentrance with a snappily dressed porter to the sweeping ceilings bearing ancient Ulster Bank emblems adorning its corners.
Upon presenting ourselves in the bar area, we were promptly greeted and shown to some ornate seats, then presented with a tray of assorted snack crackers while we perused the menu. Shortly thereafter, we were also delivered a refreshing welcome libation. Totally unexpected, and a gracious touch of hospitality. Cocktail offerings span the gamut of base spirits and flavor combinations. Each drink was cleverly appellated with a mononym that captured its essence. After some consultation with our server, Conor, I opted to start with the Chocolate, while my sister ordered a Rhubarb.
As one might expect of an establishment that's earned two pins from the Pinnacle Guide, service was blazingly prompt (I'm always surprised when I don't have to wait a good ten minutes between ordering a craft cocktail and having it show up at my table), the drinks themselves were flawlessly balanced, and I do -so- love when bars have both proper ice and glassware that shows off its contents. The Merchant's Hotel bar (over)delivers on absolutely every aspect of the tippling experience.
Our first round was so delightful, I was loath to leave before sampling their other offerings. I was torn between the Ginger (because, poitín) and the Orange (because, local whiskey), but Conor surprised me with an invitation to going off-menu. Hey, if it's an adventure involving alcohol, I'm there! He suggested a Vieux Carré.
Okay. Total sidebar: I'd just recently learned from my sister that one of my absolute favorite bars in Chicago -- The Violet Hour -- had closed. It was one of the earliest craft cocktail establishments I'd ever patronized, and it was also the first place I'd ever been served a Vieux Carré. The unlikely confluence of my learning of Violet Hour's demise, its association with this particular cocktail, and being offered one halfway across the globe screams a little too much of cosmic syzygy to write off as pure happenstance.
Aaaaaaaanyway, obviously, I immediately said yes. To which Conor then followed up with a, "How much Bailey's would you like in that?" It took me half a beat before I was like, "Wait a minute..." I think his cheeky grin was evidence that he was either joking, testing me, or some combination of both. Fortunately, I caught the game. And, friends, I can heartily confirm that this Vieux Carré was arguably better than any I've had in NOLA. Seriously, the folks behind the bar know their craft.
In case it hasn't already been abundantly clear that I'm enamored with this venue, I'll close with this: during my 14-day tour around the island, drinks at the cocktail bar at the Merchant's Hotel stands out at the single most delightful experience of my entire trip. If I'm ever back on the Emerald Isle, you can expect I'll be making a return visit.