Stepping inside The Emory felt like stepping inside a room in my own mind – the vibe was just that me-ish (and they were playing so many gloriously amazing ’70s soft rock songs the night I was there, which was totally up my alley). I loved all the woodwork and the shades of brown; it just held a good aura for me. Ok, that is probably the most hippie-ish description anyone has every given about this place. Long story short, the joint has good ambience. And the hot butter-rum seasonal drink I ordered was delightful. I wish I could just hole away in one of the booths and butter-rum-drink the winter away.
22700 Woodward Ave.
Ferndale, MI 48220
100 Places in the D 
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