O Cigar Bar — Restaurant in Lake Orion

It was one of those odd Michigan summer nights where the air turned against the calendar, brisk enough to bite through the sleeves of a thin jacket, and cold enough to feel honest. I hadn’t planned to stop, not really. But the glow spilling through the wide front window of The O Bar caught me. A soft amber shimmer framed in clean lines. It looked warm, and I needed warm.

Up a short set of stairs, the entry opened into what felt more like a well kept secret than a storefront. From the outside, it’s modern, maybe even polished. But once you step inside, the tone shifts. The volume dims. It doesn’t shout for attention. It watches quietly, waiting to see if you belong.

Immediately to the right, encased behind pristine glass, was the humidor. Rows of cigars, meticulously curated, resting like sealed confidences, stood in formation. Past that, the bar stretched along the wall. The counter itself was a glowing marble slab, lit from within, casting a soft ambient hue across the bottles lined behind it. The light didn’t reflect off the surface. It radiated from inside it, giving the whole setup a kind of undercurrent warmth. Like it wasn’t trying to impress you. It simply was.

The lounge was square, anchored in the back by a gas fireplace flickering behind tempered glass. It wasn’t the kind of fire that cracked and spit stories. It was contained, controlled, but still honest in its heat. And on a night like this, that mattered. To its left, a narrow hallway slipped off like a hidden passage. I’d later confirm it led to a private parking lot. Easy exit, should it come to that.

The standout was near the back, a round table nestled into a corner with a high backed cushioned bench that hugged two sides. A booth, yes, but more than that. It was a quiet holdout of privacy within an already discreet space. Tucked away but perfectly positioned. From there, you could observe the room, the flow of people, the pace of conversation, and just as easily open it to others if the moment called for it. The kind of place where you could choose solitude, or choose to signal.

This space wasn’t designed for open laptops and trailing cords. It was made for something slower, softer. The hush of good conversation. The inhale between long thoughts. The rhythm here was unmistakable, shaped not by sound, but by posture and pace.

The people reflected it. Passerbys of all sorts drifted through that evening. Some kept to themselves. Others held court in corners. A few watched quietly. And then there were those who offered only a gentleman’s nod, a quiet signal of shared respect in a space that doesn’t demand small talk.

The lounge may channel the atmosphere of a traditional cigar parlor, but make no mistake. This is a new space. Clean. Modern. It wears the aesthetic of old world charm on purpose, like a tailored jacket made with fresh thread. The leather is unweathered, the finishes unscuffed. It’s not relic or throwback. It’s revival.

Thursday nights shift the frequency slightly. It’s ladies’ night then. Discounted meals. A subtle shift in energy. The kitchen is shared with the neighboring restaurant. The flavors carry through the wall, and on good nights, the whole place smells like collaboration.

Still, I know what I came for.

This isn’t the kind of location you set up base in. It’s not a field office. It’s not a hideout with power strips and ethernet jacks tucked beneath the surface. This is somewhere to pass through. Somewhere to warm your hands, loosen your thoughts, maybe even disappear for a while.

The fireplace alone earned its place in memory. A quiet beacon behind glass, casting its own kind of hospitality.

A beautiful almost.

And I’ve learned to...

I recently took some time to visit my son in Ortonville Michigan and he took me to Lake Orion just to do some walking around when we happened upon The Q. I will be visiting my youngest son who is in law school and wanted to bring him a good cigar something I know nothing about. When I asked who could help me I was quickly greeted by Lucas he was extremely knowledgeable and quickly made me feel at ease as he spoke in terms I could understand. I felt that what he directed me to was a cigar that fit my needs both budget wise and quality for what I spent. Tia the bartender was helpful in checking us out. We didn’t eat or drink while we were there but I am quite the bourbon enthusiast and was quite impressed by the selection on hand. Unlike another review I read the pricing for his bourbon and whisky offerings were very much in line with most everywhere I’ve been. I would have actually expected this place to be more pricey considering the ambiance but not in the least. A pour of Taylor Small Batch was very reasonable and something I would spend in places where the ambiance wasn’t as nice. Kudos to Lucas and Tia for being gracious and extremely knowledgeable Next time I’m in town I will certainly take time to enjoy a good sip while I’m...

Love O cigar lounge ..My customer service always "upscale on point and the vibe is cool like to the tenth power l watch the games here smoke eat meet new friends whatever ALL THE TIME

But last night watching the Buffalo vs Florida game I smoke my previous Java from the day before and I only Ordered a glass of sweet red wine (blend)

Only1 goblet And paid 22.oo$ tip not included cigar either For a half goblet pour that they do in the cute measuring glass. 22$ Didn't complain but i didnt finish it either 1 It wasn't sweet red wine _by far 2 Nor merlot and I wasn't happy about the 22.oo $ Being I just spent 34..at Sb for the same requestes red pour with food

now Ask the gals n guys

Nicole is a REGULAR here..

LACEY BRIT MARV MELV Rodney

I'M THE RIB LADY

But For some random red POUR AT 22 O it

KINDA RAISED MY EYEBROWS

I'm coming back tho

LOL 💯 but

but but but That kinda threw me off being I'm a regular at sagebrush AND ORDER THE SAMETHING FOR NO MORE THAN 14.00 ALL THE TIME wine and all

Way to expensive fa meeee lastnight wasnt what i wanted

BUT BECAUSE I ENJOY THE VIBE THE FOOD AND SMOKERS IVE MET AND THE BARMAIDS ARE MY BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS ILL JUST STICK TO MY CADIILACS N MARGS .. ribs n Java...