And so it begins...

I Discovered the Imperial House Restaurant about nine yars ago with my dear friend Jennifer.  We were looking for a new bar for her anual Christmas party.  All our old favorites had been overrun by the local hipster scene and coming upon our thirties we felt we were ready for something new.  I mentioned to Jennifer that we had never been to the Imperial House and it might be worth a look.  All we knew is that our parents and grantparents had all frequented the place back in the day.  We set a night to scout it out, and the rest as they say, was history.

We arrived and automatically fell in love with the dimly lit bar, the dark naugahyd booths, and the untouched late 60's decor.  Our venue had been chosen!  Little did we know that this place would become such a huge part of our lives (Or that this place too, would soon be overrun by hipsters).  Shortly thereafter, we became regulars.  I met my soon to be ex-husband, moved in to one of the apartments above with him.  All the time frequenting this infamous bar below.  The events that unfolded over the years year nothing short of Peyton Place, and many have commented that a screenplay about this place should be written.  I'm not the screenplay type of gal, but I'm more than happy to share some stories.  Enjoy!