3

Old

Monks

It all started one late night — the kind that only good friends and half-finished bottles of Rum can create. Three friends sat together, talking about life, work, and the kind of place they wished existed — a place that felt like coming home after a long journey.

Not fancy. Not pretentious. Just real.

Someone joked, “We sound like three old monks, searching for enlightenment in a bottle.” Everyone laughed — and then fell silent. That name stuck in the air, heavier than the smoke and laughter around them.

3 Old Monks.

The idea wasn’t about age or wisdom — though a little of both helps. It was about spirit: the joy of slowing down, sharing stories, and breaking bread together. The monks in their minds weren’t cloistered in silence; they were keepers of flavor, conversation, and laughter.

So, the three friends set out to build a place that reflected that philosophy — good food, crafted with care; drinks that tell stories; and a space that felt like it had seen a thousand good nights already.

At 3 Old Monks, every meal and every pour celebrates that belief — that friendship is sacred, flavor is meant to be shared, and time, well spent, is the finest luxury of all.