Everyone talks about the Greyhounds, and with good reason. Â A simple formula, but they do it right; Freshly squeezed grapefruit, gin, ice, and a huge fucking wedge of grapefruit. Â You can get it with vodka instead, but you can also cut off your own feet; doesn't mean it's a good idea.
This place is kinda small and can get pretty crowded, especially on a Friday night, and later on they can start to charge a cover.
Amazing ambiance after you sift through the "hole-in-the-wall"-esque entrance inhabited by the chain smokers. Â Really fun (and, yes, somewhat creepy) wall decor. Â Huge points lost for poor management of smoke billowing in from the front door into the bar. Â Also points off for not being able to make me an appletini (one bartender didn't know how and the other admitted to not having the ingredients).
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