So this is Clearwater and due to being near or on the water we have some dope rooftop bars around.
There is always a newcomer though and this week it is the Vantage Bar. This particular bar is atop of the Karol hotel, which is named after the wife of the developer, which is pretty sweet of him if you ask us.
Like a lot of great places, the Vantage bar has a one-word name that lets you know this place this hip and you are probably going to have a wear a pants-suit to fit in. The bartender will undoubtedly know all about artisan limes and have at least 1 ironic tattoo.
The Karol it’s self looks beautiful and based on its location it seems to target the airport crowd and business crowd from surrounding office parks. Which brings us to the view.
It is probably going to let you down a little bit. Yes, it is high up but at night, when you are most likely to be blackout on your fourth elderflower based beverage, you won’t be able to see much. Expect for the lights from those office parks previously mentioned.
All of that being said you will have plenty to look at on the inside as it is a pretty nice space. Very wooden, modern, tvs – definitely targets a business crowd.
They will also be offering food which we can only hope will be handled by the same chef handling the K-Club Bar, Jon Atanacio.
Jon is a certified bad bitch when it comes to handling corporate hotel kitchens like this one. He previously headed up the kitchen at Elevage in Hyde Park.
His background is largely hotel based work including Todd English’s hotel and the W in Union Square. Normally when a Chef gets caught in the whirlwind of the hotel culinary world their food tends to all meld together and seem the same over time. It gets stale as they slowly die, much the way an old box of crackers would if left out too long, but not Jon. He is a real killer in the kitchen and always keeps it fresh with his every rotating menu and fun approaches.
In short, go to the Karol, if not for the view after dark, then for the food which is sure to be dope, and the drinks that have been squeezed from an extinct flower with a more elaborate back story than that Nigerian prince who keeps emailing me.