Of course, Stephen Starr knows Philly had a serious cocktail scene budding before he opened the Ranstead Room with a New York consultant and some self-promotional comments that piqued the ire of proud local cocktailians.
He recently gave nods to both Southwark and the Franklin Mortgage & Investment Co. as proof he acknowledges their existence. Still, while nothing I sipped at the Ranstead quite overshadowed the cocktails I've had at those competitors, I agree with Starr's contention that the Ranstead has a uniquely alluring vibe. From its discreetly understated back alley road entrance, to the tufted booths, votive lights, cool soundtrack, and gallery of '70s nudes on the wall, this has to be one of the city's new go-to lairs for a secluded speakeasy rendezvous.



