Men wearing bow-ties drinking whiskey and eating high-concept Scottish bar apps is what this blog is all about. Right. But that doesn’t meant that I can’t just do one post about it. Our team designed ‘The Fort’, which is The Fig House mancave, called ‘The Fort’ because the owner, Steve’s, last name is Fortunato, (clearly he was an oil tycoon in his last life). So we figured why not show a few shots of their first little man party there.
Turns out the mirror that we put behind the bar has now been removed at every party due to photography reasons. Photographers, like vampires, are super anti-mirror.
I don’t know what Luxardo and Triblum are, perhaps towns in rural Uzbekistan, but I will drink them if you force me. Or really if you just set them in front of me on a friday at 6pm.
Real men drink brandy. I literally have no idea what brandy is, but i’m assuming it tastes like sweat and money.
Ginny (who is British) was psyched when she saw that RoomForty made Scotch Eggs, which is I guess a staple in her motherland. I was psyched when I saw that Scotch Eggs are some sort of fried boiled eggs with meat, which is a staple in my mother mouth.
Y.U.M. I’ve been known to dip my chips in ketchup – not for years, mind you, but yes, I grew up like that. I have a thing for condiments and ketchup and sour cream have been vying for the #1 prize for about 35 years. A french fry without ketchup OR a baked potato without sour cream is DEAD to me. So, these homemade potato chips with all the baked potato toppings (including the now-all-of-a-sudden-#1-reigning-condiment-sour cream) look AMAZING. Put them in my baked-potato-nacho-hole NOW!
Its pretty and yet super dude. Like Cameron Diaz a-la Something About Mary.
May we all live freely enough to just treat crispy bacon as if it were a chip, dip it in some sort of delicious mayonaise concoction and put them in our mouths as if its food. Brian would propose to me again tomorrow if I made these for him tonight. I’d remind him that we are already married, he’d get desperate and offer to buy me diamonds. I’d remind him I don’t like diamonds very much. He’d offer to give me a week long foot massage and then just as I was about to accept he would remember that he is a much better cook and then he’d rush off and fry said bacon chips for himself by himself.
I’m on the Shisito pepper train, and we are on our way to delicious town – stopping off at ‘they seem healthy but they probably are not’ city.
How handsome are these three? Very. Thanks Steve, Tal and the mysterious dude I haven’t met before for sending over the pics. To see the transformation of The Fort click HERE, and to see The Fig House space go HERE. To see a lot of the other delicious and unique food that RoomForty does check out their blog.
The Fort interiors photographs by Ryan Phillips, and someday i’ll probably style it for a pretty shoot. Stay tuned. xx
The beautiful apps & cocktails photographs by Ryan Hack. Thanks, Ryan!