Tucked behind this facade used to be a dusty little lighting shop whose specialty was antique and vintage fixtures. Cue the girl with an old porch light in hand, just <ahem> a few years back, who opened the door. Instead of the overhead array of lights rescued from Montrose-area teardowns and re-do's was a view much more inviting. I set down the porch light and sat down at the bar.
Boheme Cafe and Wine Bar. That's a mouthful, and it doesn't seem that anyone calls it more than boheme. But no need to burnish the name. It's fair to say there's not a bad seat in the house or garden or patio. But I most often return to the warmth of the wood and stone bar--the best vantage to take it all in. The old brick walls, antique lights (don't think they're hold-overs from the shop but I'm going to pretend they are), changing art, indie-vibe waiters and barkeep, this place glows.
