Some places refuse to let the holidays end, and honestly, I am grateful for that. The first time I walked into Roosevelt’s on Cherry Street during winter, I stopped mid-step and just stared.
Every inch of the space was glowing, sparkling, and unapologetically over the top, like someone decided subtle was not invited. It felt less like dinner and more like walking into a celebration that had already been in full swing.
What makes it even better is that the magic does not disappear when the calendar flips. January and February still feel festive here, which means you can linger in the glow long after everyone else has packed it up…