The Bar at Shanegri-La
Where the pours are suspiciously generous, the views don’t blink, and your golf tales seem to grow on their own—whether you tell them or not.
At The Bar, birdies are toasted, bogeys are forgotten, and the bourbon doesn’t ask questions. The spirits are carefully chosen. The cocktails feel familiar, like something you drank in a dream. It’s relaxed. It’s refined. It’s where time stretches, laughs echo too long, and someone always suggests a “quick six.” You smile, but no one moves.





