Before the previous developer of the Hotel Lincoln found accommodations with the state, he used the rooftop with its spectacular view of Lincoln Park for his penthouse apartment in town. Now it’s set to be opened to the public as a rooftop lounge, with outdoor seating for something like 100 in the nicer months and indoor seating for 40 year-round (numbers seem to vary). And it has a name: The J. Parker. We are slightly embarrassed to note that, for all the Lincoln books we’ve read over the years, we had no idea who the J. Parker in The J. Parker was and did not immediately connect that name with the president on the hotel’s signage, so we asked Kevin Boehm of Boka Group. Turns out John Parker was a pretty pivotal figure in Lincoln’s life, or at least the ending of it— he was a D.C. policeman, frequently reprimanded for drunkenness, who was assigned to Lincoln’s theater box that fatal night at Ford’s Theater. And he might have stopped John Wilkes Booth if he hadn’t ducked out partway through Our American Cousin to have a drink at a nearby tavern. Anyway, we like the macabre humor of naming a bar for this hapless character and we really dig the stylish logo, so we look forward to the opening June 1, when it will feature not only the spectacular views but cocktails and small bites from Perennial Virant in the hotel.