About The Sleeping Broad
Our Story
They called it The Sleeping Broad—both the woman and the room where it always happened.
She was a married elementary school teacher, exhausted by a week of tiny desks, loud voices, and repeating the same instructions on an endless loop. Every Friday night, she’d settle into The Sleeping Broad, pour a glass of wine, sometimes two, and inevi
They called it The Sleeping Broad—both the woman and the room where it always happened.
She was a married elementary school teacher, exhausted by a week of tiny desks, loud voices, and repeating the same instructions on an endless loop. Every Friday night, she’d settle into The Sleeping Broad, pour a glass of wine, sometimes two, and inevitably drift off.
Some nights she was stretched across the couch.
Other nights curled into a ball, remote in hand.
Once in a while, somehow upright.
Always asleep.
Her husband never disturbed her. Instead, he stayed in The Sleeping Broad, dim lights glowing, music playing softly, a drink in hand and a game on the screen. While the speakeasy lived up to its name, he enjoyed the quiet ritual of Friday night.
And that’s how the legend began.
The Sleeping Broad….where the drinks stayed flowing, the music stayed on, and she never made it past her second glass.
Every Friday. Without fail.
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