If you had to guess, you’d assume this is a lunch spot. Something quick, something hearty, something
Mexican and sandwich-y. And you’d be right. Partially.
Yes, you’re definitely coming here for afternoon tortas (like seared red snapper on a made-from-scratch
semolina bun) and Mexican colas. But there’s more. Wraparound-bar more.
Distressed-wood-grocery-shelves-stocked-with-cans-of-Tecate more. Made-to-order-guacamole more.
Late-night-openness more.
Which means after midnight, you’ll be stopping here for fuel (both of the pulled-pork and reposado
variety) before moving on to that four-hour karaoke binge (you can’t out-Kenny-Loggins Kenny Loggins on an
empty stomach).
As for the drinks: frozen sangria and fresh-squeezed-juice margaritas behind the bar. Small-batch tequila
and imported mezcal above the bar, locked down in a padlocked cage.
