Cocktails in low orbit. Earthlight included.
We poured the first cocktail in cislunar space on November 3rd, 2061. The bar has not closed since.
lunar.bar is a forty-two seat lounge built into the rim of an unnamed crater on the lunar nearside. Our windows are eighteen-meter sapphire panes; our backbar is carved from a single, slow-rotating block of black basalt. The house specialty is patience -- ice that has waited two billion years to chill your gin.
Every drink served here is calibrated to lunar gravity. Garnishes drift. Foams hold for hours. The Earth, full and blue, is on the menu nightly.
The lunar night is fourteen Earth-days long. We have time. So do you.
Rye whisky stirred over crater-ice for ninety seconds, rinsed with absinthe vapor under partial vacuum. Garnished with a flake of pure water-frost harvested from the south pole. Served in a chilled coupe at minus four.
// Best paired with: silence, and the slow movement of Earth across the window.
White rum infused for eight months with lunar regolith-tea (steeped, not consumed, before you ask). Lifted with vanilla, lengthened with effervescent coconut water, finished with a luminous orchid that opens on contact with breath.
// Best paired with: the second hour of a difficult conversation.
Aged tequila, mole bitters, smoked agave nectar. Built tall in a heavy-bottomed glass, then partially obscured by a hemisphere of black-cherry foam that drifts in zero-effective-gravity for the full duration of the drink.
// Best paired with: the moment after the music stops.
Live readings from the rim, refreshed every nightfall.
Seats are released two synodic months in advance.
The bar never closes, but the channels do dim. Reach us at any of the following frequencies.