all Photos: Peter Ranvestel
Friday’s balmy weather made our evening’s mission a no-brainer: Must. Drink. Outdoors.
Okay, so maybe we jumped the gun just a little–temps had chilled significantly by our 8pm arrival to the rooftop at Twisted Spoke—but there was no denying that West Towners were loving their first taste of spring. Some groups sat down and quickly realized it was still too cold to relax outside, but plenty of others stuck it out up on the roof.
All other signs hinted at summer on the way. The windows had been flung open downstairs, where those who deemed it a bit too chilly to imbibe al fresco caught the Hawks’ game at the bar. Outside people mingled and smoked. And at least one person arrived by motorcycle.