Packed decks. Sweaty dance floors. Cocktails sweating right back at you. It's been a long, hot, glorious summer of being squeezed in next to strangers who became friends by 9pm — and now it's time to send it off right.
One last blowout on The Roof before summer clocks out for good. Dramatic sunset, French Broad River glowing below, music playing, drinks flowing, tinned sardines on standby — salty, briny, and packed in tight, just like the crowd.
Come as you are. Stay till the last plate's empty. Say goodbye to summer the only way we know how: loud, salty, and shoulder to shoulder.