BOB Rosé

Rosé. Three cubes. Good people.

A Provence rosé for the get-together that was meant to be quick and somehow wasn't. The bottle is on its way. The table is already open.

Pull up a chair

Remember that afternoon?

The best afternoons don't have clocks.

You know the one. Someone said "one more glass." The light changed and nobody noticed.

Chairs got pulled closer. The stories got longer. Someone from the next table ended up at yours, and by the end it felt like you'd known them for years.

You can't remember what time you left. You remember exactly how it felt.

That's a Bob.

Who's Bob?

Funny you ask…

There was a captain, a very round sausage dog, and a glass of rosé with three ice cubes. The rest is better told at the table.

Save me a seat

While the first bottles are on their way

The table's already set.

All that's missing is you.

First seatsPop-ups, get-togethers, the odd venue opening. They're small, members hear first, and there's always room for one more.
An extra chairEvery member can bring one person the others don't know. Yes, that's a rule. It's the only one.
Your own tableGetting people together somewhere good? Tell us where. Sometimes we just turn up.
The next table overThe people in your city who never leave a good gathering early either. You'll wonder how you never met them before.
Leave a memoryThe get-together you still bring up whenever your friends are around. Share it. The best ones end up on the wall.
First pourWhen the first bottles land, members get them first. Poured with three cubes, of course.

Pull up a chair

There's always room for one more.

Tell us where you are and we'll save you a seat. Everyone who joins gets a chair number. The first few are already taken by old friends, and the low numbers won't last.

The one rule

Pull up a chair.

The best afternoons don't have clocks.

Funny you ask…

The table's already set.

There's always room for one more.

Welcome to the table.

Bring someone the others don't know.