(A Bruno’s Passport to Fun Story) If Cloud 9 is Jo’s ethereal rooftop baby, then The Vault is her chaotic, glitter-covered middle child who swears, drinks bourbon, and refuses to follow rules. It ties for first place in her heart…but only because you can’t technically rank your children publicly. Before the Glow-Up This bar has seen things. None of them good. Welcome to 1993. Please enjoy your Zima.” Cozy? No. Haunted? Absolutely Where cocktails went to die. Picture this: A dingy little pub ...

Once upon a time — and by “time” I mean 2017 , not the pirate era like the Tornado Alley story (although honestly, the deck looked like pirates had walked the plank on it) — our rooftop “patio” when we bought it was… how do we say this kindly? Nope. No kind way exists. It was a crime scene with chairs. Let’s begin with Exhibit A: A deck so rotted that when you stepped on certain boards, they politely disintegrated under your feet like, “Oops! Didn’t see you there!” You didn’t walk across...

From “Um…What Is This Room?” To The Celebration Capital of Scotts Valley If you’ve ever walked upstairs at Bruno’s and stepped into The Loft during a wedding, a comedy night, a baby shower, or a dance party so good your Apple Watch asked if you were okay — you know this room’s got range. But it did not start out that way. Back in 2017, The Loft banquet room had all the charm of a forgotten conference room at your dentist’s office. Yellow and purple walls. Drop ceilings straight out of a...