A crush on Crush
I wish I had a better illustration for this excellent Shallow Thought Wednesday guest post. It's the only photo of the Crush bar we have. You have to admit it's a fascinating picture, though. Here's our Shallow Thought guru John Lindner. EL
I visited Crush last Friday evening with a friend who’d recently lost a dear friend. We went to mourn, laud and remember over martinis. ...
We arrived around 7 p.m. to a brisk business. No room at the bar, no vacancy in Crush’s barroom-cum-lobby. (Interesting space.) We considered leaving, but one of the hosts informed us that patrons at a nearby table had just pulled a credit card. We hovered conspicuously and after a short wait were seated. By 8 the joint was packed. Still, we were able to hold a conversation without raising our voices. Crush acoustics: good.
Our server was cute, adroit and dressed homey casual. I didn’t realize she was a staffer till she asked for our drink order. We hadn’t planned to eat, but we wisely ordered a couple of appetizers.
The martini was fine. Not as frigid as I prefer, but then I didn’t give strict instructions, and it was delightfully larger than I anticipated. Add bonus point for cool olive spear.
The appetizers expressed invention, care and quality: scallops with blue cheese and bacon; shrimp on grits with andouille sausage. More, please.
Crush strikes me as a place that’s capable of eschewing pretention without shedding style. Deliciously hip.
(Algerina Perna/Sun photographer)