This isn’t one of those polished sky bars with a dress code and a minimum spend.
It’s simpler. A few metal chairs, maybe a wooden bench someone dragged up years ago. A couple of potted plants that are somehow still alive. Fairy lights that don’t all work, but no one bothers to fix the last few bulbs.
That’s part of the charm.
You might bring your own coffee in a take-out cup, or a convenience store sandwich, or a small bottle of something to share with a friend. No one is watching, no one is timing your stay. It’s not curated for Instagram—though of course, it still looks good from the right angle.
This rooftop is less about “content” and more about breathing room.
