She's a Rick...House

Bad pun aside, good drinks await at the gorgeously appointed Rickhouse in the FiDi. All around is wood, backlit in places as though leading to secret rooms filled with treasure. Casks line the walls; barrel staves wrap around hanging bulbs; a huge bound drink menu accompanies the one-pager listing specialty cocktails. As an early birthday present, the Always Delightful Susan treated me to a beverage, a rum drink whose name now escapes me (it was strong!). But I can tell you it had lime, grapefruit and bitters, and tasted much better than words can describe. Plus, it was huge! The drink came in a goblet with a mountain of crushed ice, rising up like a snow-cone wearing a lime beret. The glass was frosted with ice as well. Several young ladies stopped by our table in awe, asking what I was drinking. A toast to good friends and aging gracefully, that's what.