There’s a seat in Black Rock that’s the perfect place to sit if you’ve ever dreamed of being a private investigator in a film noir classic. You can recline in your wicker-weaved chair, or rest your forearms on the cold marble table.
You have to judge your audience before you start discussing terroir. Pick the wrong time or place and you could end up with a reputation for pomposity, verbiage and downright pretension. In the right circumstances though, it’s the only word that works.
The top online search result for “Opium London” may lead you to a jade green door on Gerrard Street, but your initial impression may not suggest a chic 1920s inspired cocktail lounge.