The problem with going to a bar is that it’s only ever going to be just that bar.
Unless that bar was actually two.
That’s right, Trademark and Copyright are a sports bar and a cocktail bar, respectively, connected by a small room wallpapered with baseball cards and blessed by a neon sign saying, “Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat.” They’re soft-open now, they look like this, and we’re here to help you navigate through them depending on your night…
You’re on a date with an intellectual who loves things like pictures of famous authors and check presenters that are actually books: Copyright. You’re on a date with someone who wants seven different TVs showing sports at all times: Trademark.
You and your colleague are discussing a project over an expertly crafted drink like The Last Tycoon with Rhum JM Agricole, pineapple, long pepper, bitter bianco, coconut and Gose: Copyright.
You and your colleague have had a few of those expertly crafted drinks and are now ready to dominate all comers in Skee-Ball and Pop-A-Shot: Trademark.
All that Pop-A-Shot really worked up a thirst for some frozen mezcal Mexican chocolates: Both.
You want to drink outside on a patio: Again, both.
You had your time, bars-without-other-bars-attached-to-them.