The home bar

The home bar has made a comeback, and no one could be happier about that than John and me.

Rewind 23 months.

The builder of our house referred to the room just off the foyer as the study.

In the model, the room was decorated as a game room.

But as soon as we saw the space, John and I had two words: Home. Bar.

It wasn’t long after the purchase agreement was signed that John and I took to the stores in search of the perfect home bar. We saw a few pricier pieces. Mid-century modern pieces, to be exact, that would complement the Hollywood Regency style I had planned for the adjoining living room.

But the mid-century modern bars were just not John’s cup of (Long Island Iced) tea. So we searched. And searched. And searched some more.

I don’t remember why we ended up at American Furniture Warehouse, but there we were one Saturday afternoon. And there it was… the perfect home bar… in John’s opinion. A Guinness bar, to be exact.

Yes, a Guinness bar like one you would find in a public house. The pieces were sold separately, but we bought the collection: the bar, the mirror and four stools. Just like that, my vision of a Palm Springs-style home bar turned into an Irish pub.

But I have to admit, I loved the bar. The pieces were of good quality and everything matched. All we had to do was pray the collection would still be around in 13 months when the house was ready.

And it was. We snatched a set one month before we closed on the home. The bar was delivered the same day our washer, dryer and refrigerator were delivered. In fact, it was delivered a day before my bed was delivered. Priorities.

The bar room is a work in progress. We still need to hang a Guinness sign, hang some art and find a table lamp. But the mirror is hung and the bar and stools are situated just so.

The bar room has truly become one of our favorite spaces in the house. And that is where you will find us very Friday for happy hour.

Cheers. Or in this case, Erin go Bragh.