It’s hard to tell what years it is inside The Union on 8th. As sturdy as an adamantium backbone but as welcoming as a grandmother’s hug, The Union sits on a sleepy corner, waiting to be filled with conversation and laughter. It’s a charming, rustic shell that transforms into whatever it needs to be. Heck, it seems like it’s already been everything under the Texan sun anyway: blacksmith shop, transmission shop, Oldsmobile dealership.
Only 20 minutes north of the heartbeat of downtown Austin, this historic building has been a fixture on the outskirts of the city’s square for over 85 years. The past two years have born witness to a revelry revitalization, converting the space into a chic, warm and welcoming corner of the world, while keeping it’s beautiful bones intact.
The place looks like it was rebuilt by a man with whiskey for blood and refurbished by a woman with bistro lights for eyes. The Union on 8th could be bright and romantic, or it could be moody and thoughtful. Layers of dark wood and wallflower light bulbs adorn the interior, allowing it the ambiance of a rural dance hall where you’d expect to find the phrases “necking” and “goin’ steady” tossed around. Shoot, depending on the event, maybe they will.