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| - No cussing, no selfies, and no making out at the bar. But the best goddamn cocktail I ever had. "Berried in Sin" - champagne, berry liqueur, unicorn kisses, and fairy dust, I think. It's a blur. But the guy behind the bar - a "mixologist" straight out of hipsterlandia in the best way - really knew his craft. Don't ask for specific liquors, tell him what flavors you like. All I said was "sweet" and he read me like a book. Just don't ask for any setups or anything mixed or fruity. This is a speakeasy, not a club. The room is small and dark, and looks like it was furnished with all the forgotten shit in your grandmother's attic. Which is to say that it's a time warp to the 20's - 30's era, with no detail spared. There are couches, but sit at the bar if you can so you can watch the man work. Have a dish of the dill-flavored popcorn, shut up, and drink. It's the best non-Vegas moment you can have in Vegas.
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