Holy Home

A pocket-sized bar on Reichenbachstrasse that has been pulling Glockenbach's after-eleven crowd for decades. Red walls, dim filament bulbs, room for maybe thirty people if everyone breathes in. There is no cocktail program to speak of, beer, wine, simple highballs, but the conversation is the point: when nobody can avoid eye contact, strangers talk. Best entered after dinner around the corner, best left after one more than you planned.