The Bar is the Party
E Kitzenberg
Our wedding was supposed to be a beautiful June weekend at a hotel in New England. White tablecloths, a grand venue, all of it. And then I sat down with the catering menus. Pre-set packages and plug-and-play options. A bourbon list that made me sad.
None of it felt like us. None of it felt like the way I host in my own home, the way I want the people I love to feel when they walk through my door. I want the good stuff on the table. I want the room to feel alive.
Then Covid happened, and the hotel became my parent’s backyard. We buried a bottle of Willett Rye in the ground, toasted our guests with something real, and threw one hell of a party.
When Kitz and I opened Picnic, we built it around one idea: what does it feel like to be in a great friend’s living room when they’re sharing the good stuff? Not a transaction. Not a package. A genuine, generous welcome.
Here’s what we know to be true: if the bar is off, the party is off. We’ve all been there. It pulls people out of the moment instead of pulling them in.
Picnic Pours is that, brought to your most important days. It’s the bar program I wish I could have hired for my own wedding. One with character and levity. One that reads the room and amplifies your vision. That’s what we built. That’s what we bring.
Welcome to Picnic Pours.
