Inside, we leaned on the wall as we waited for a couple of seats at the bar to open up. There is an entire rear patio area which we didn't use and I can't report on. It's for the people who want food. And by food, I mean oysters. Maison Premiere is half speakeasy, half raw bar. One day, I'll return for some shucked deliciousness, but for now, it was drinks.

For round one, I had a Maison Spring Pimm's Cup. Pimm's, gin, strawberry fennel, lime, and mint. It was damn good. But really, Pimm's cups always are. She ordered the Saint Helena: Aquavit, cane syrup, lemon, champagne, angostura bitters. It was good, but not as good. The whole glass was filled to absolute bursting with ice and, as a result, the drink quickly became watered down.  For round two, we both decided that cocktails with egg whites were the way to go. I went for an Apollo Monk. Pisco, green chartreuse, yellow chartreuse, angostura bitters. She went for the Blind Lemon Jefferson. Del Maguey Vida, Aperol, grapefruit, lemon, egg white, soda. I liked my drink, she hated hers. We traded, and yes, hers was bad. The flavors combined to give it a burned taste. For $13, I forced it down.