In ancient Rome, senators would meet under a rose to symbolize the meeting was secret, that nothing they said or did behind those closed doors was ever to be revealed. Today, anything done or said in secret is done or said sub rosa
You are invited to join a club whose members have surreptitiously stepped out from Chicago's various social circles; a secret society devoted to fine foods and a stiff drink. You are invited to discard your troubles in the alley and come upstairs to revel in the melody of conversation and music, the tinkling of glasses, the subtle crack of melting ice.
You are invited to enjoy three tapas-style dishes and the signature cocktails of one of Chicago’s finest underground chefs; to amuse your palate; to warm yourself through rare libations.
With one caveat, a rule, a secret handshake: you may only enjoy these delights, you may only slip the city and find yourself in this new underground speakeasy if you take an oath, a vow, to do so Sub Rosa.