trap.

Basement level. Cold Chisel Lane. Welcome to trap.—a deliberately tiny, fiercely creative cocktail room where the seating is strictly capped. Forget fighting three-deep for a drink. This limited capacity guarantees hyper-focused, omakase-style attention from the crew behind the stick. Cocktail purists who manage to snag a stool constantly point to the immaculate vibes and wildly inventive, rotating menus—like the recent "Toy Soldiers" lineup. Pure liquid alchemy. Expect classic specs twisted with serious technique and bespoke flair. The hospitality is just as dialed in as the drinks, right down to letting you doodle on a blank coaster before it joins the house collection. Intimate. Welcoming. Grab a seat and let them pour you something wonderfully weird.