"Enterable only from an alley and with no sign on the door, this old autobody-garage-turned-bar—with patio chairs out front—feels cozy and vaguely spooky; the evening’s dozen or so culinary-inspired cocktails are scrawled on butcher paper above the bar, and if it’s available I go for the pico de gallo michelada, while the horseradish shot is a daring staple on most nights." - Janna Karel