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.