A bar that
remembers your name.

Gussied Up started the way most good bars do — a few friends, a back room, and the feeling that the neighborhood needed somewhere to land. We took an old Southern joint and gave it a shave and a haircut. Nothing more.

The bourbon is honest. The beer is cold. The lighting was argued over for weeks. The jukebox runs on dollars and good taste. The room breathes a little easier after eleven.

We're not a cocktail lab. We're not a sports bar. We're the place you duck into after work and look up at midnight wondering where the time went. That's the whole pitch.