There’s a certain seat at any bar that I tend to think of as the worst: at the far end near the path where servers are hustling and drinks are coming and going. At that seat, you’re always going to feel in the way.

However, in that exact location, Ticonderoga Club took the comfy throne from a motorboat and screwed it down into the floor with plenty of room. Somehow, they turned the worst seat in the house into the best, a place where you want to be.

That’s the curveball charm this place cultivates.