Are you looking for a grown-up bar? The kind of place where the lighting is so dim you can barely read the drink menu? Where there are no bartenders, but instead mixologists wearing lab coats who concoct drinks from scratch? The kind of a place you have to know about to find - and where the fact that you are "in the know" makes you feel cool and hip and more than a little decadent?
I've been there.
It's a tiny little place on the border of Chapel Hill and Carrboro called Peccadillo; if you didn't know it existed, well, you wouldn't know it existed. There is no sign out front - just the numbered door in the photo at left. Their website is almost comical in its brevity - just a type-written address, phone number, and the hours of operation (every day from 5-2). It's been in business for a little more than a year, and it's definitely worth a visit. At our mixologist's recommendation, I had a delicious gimlet made with Żubrówka, a bison grass vodka (in keeping with the illicit feel of the place, this vodka only became legal in the US in 2011).
A "peccadillo" is defined as a small mistake or fault that is not regarded as very bad or serious - a small sin. Missing out on this Peccadillo? Well, that would be a far greater sin!