Great bars are like churches.
They're dark and often candlelit, the music gets you and up and out your seat, and the folks behind the wooden altar are vessels for your deliverance.
If you're looking for a new temple of booze, enter Witness, Gregg Holcomb's new Cap Hill spot.
Holcomb, formerly of Knee High Stocking Co, wanted to make a hangout with lots of character, and he succeeded.
The pew seats are 102 years old, salvaged from a North Carolina church, but the clapboard walls and slatted ceilings keep things from getting too serious.
Chef Jesse Elliott has put together a menu to sing for, from buttermilk-brined fried chicken to shrimp & grits with bacon gravy that will (yes) answer your prayers.
Cocktails carry religious names, including our favorite, the Son of a Preacher Man, a hot toddy-esque concoction of bourbon, black tea, lemon, and honey syrup.
Every Saturday night at 10, Holcomb delivers a quirky sermon that blends the Bible and traditional barstool soliloquy.
And yes, they're open on Sunday mornings. For brunch.