Enough of sober time, I'm ready for more drinks so we check out this really swanky tapas bar called Santos in the area. For those of you who knew me in DC, you know that my license plate was named after the Flirtini, from which I earned the nicknamed following a relatively tame family event in a martini bar in uppity Connecticut. Naturally then, I would make my way towards the Fucktini which I tried at Santos. Let me break it down for y'all. Fucktini = Absinthe + Smirnoff + Red Bull, which appropriately tastes like ass.
The place was really big and I hear it gets really packed but on that Sunday it was pretty dead. It's nicely decorated and there was some easy going jazz music. Overall, pretty chill place.