Was a little sketched out trying to find the alley entrance. My immediate reaction(s): "Is this where Bruce Wayne lost his parents? Can three twenty-somethings muscle their way out of a mugging? Is this bar hip enough to offer artisanal pizza rolls as fare?"
After being briefly stopped by the doorman, all thanks to the curse of my boyish good looks, and one accidental tumble down a set of stairs later, I took my first step in and immediately found myself digging the feel of this place. The actual bar feels like a sleek and hip anachronism nestled in the bosom of a venue that almost boasts a kind of kitschy, divey Goodwill chic. Ended up going fairly light on my tab since I had gone in on a few drinks over dinner. Grabbed a Stella (tried and true) and was curious to try the McCain. I found out that night that I am NOT a fan of Mezcal. Even still, I fully appreciated Valley for crafting a drink that left the same unpalatable taste in my mouth that Arizona politics are typically prone to do.
Pool and darts available towards the back, as well as an assortment of games. We went for Uno. Loved the mix of music playing. Felt like the weirder side of my Spotify, and I was entirely into that. I'd definitely be interested to come back for a night of live music sometime soon. I've been nothing but glad to see all these great new places springing up in Phoenix; excited to pop in the next time I'm in town.