A Trip to Remember

A diamond in the rough has been the description of so many people, places and things, but one place that epitomizes this description is Detroit. On the outside people see it as dangerous, outdated, dead even, but being in that city for even the shortest amount of time will change your view on it.
It's beautiful architecture, it's nightlife, even the abandoned building have a lingering soul. So now I'm going to stop being all poetic and tell you what went down.
This past weekend my fellow groomsmen and I traveled to Detroit for a bachelor party. When we arrived our first priority was to chow down on some gyros from the famous Greek Town tavern called Pegasus. Next was to begin our night of consumption and revelry. Our first few ventures were unsuccessful. Either they were too pretentious, or were crawling with college students drinking Long Islands fist pumping. Once we weeded out the top layer we got to the good stuff. We heard about a place through a waitress of ours at the start of our night. That place was Cliff Bell's.

Once you walk in you are greeted by dim lights and melodic jazz that just begs you to stay. So we did. On the menu you will find such cocktails as the Vesper (the original James Bond martini) and the Hemmingway (a mixed rendition of the man's classic daiquiri). Two drinks that I gladly enjoyed. Now apart from the drinks, the style of this place was reminiscent of what I would imagine speak easy goers to look like. Dressed to the nines, three piece suits, perfectly polished shoes. Nothing out of place and everyone carried themselves with such confidence. You immediately feel yourself held to a higher standard and never want to leave. It is a place that I will be traveling to as much as I possibly can from this point on.