Stone walls, soft light and nowhere to be.
The 7th Avenue room carries over everything that made the Edinburgh dens work, with exposed stone and brick, dark reclaimed timber, Edison bulbs throwing everything amber, and deep leather Chesterfields built for lingering, not turning tables.
Grab a stool by the window for a quick one to go, or settle into a corner with a laptop, a book and something warm from the counter. Same no-rush rule as back in Scotland. Stay five minutes or the whole afternoon.
This is our newest room, and our first outside Edinburgh. Same idea, new neighbourhood.