Built to Make Things. Now It Pours.
The building went up in 1948 as a working ironworks — the kind of place that made fence posts and farm parts for half the valley. We kept the trusses, the brick, and the big steel doors, and traded the forge for a bar. Most nights, the room still smells faintly like a workshop, which is exactly the point.
This concept is built around that contrast — raw, industrial bones paired with a reservation experience that feels effortless, especially from a phone on a Friday night.