You’ve been warned against drinking from a fire hose.
Drinking from a fire extinguisher, however: perfectly reasonable.
At least it is at this place: The Royal, a morning/noon/night spot that takes its cues from Latin America. The guys behind Vinoteca are bringing it to you starting on Thursday.
There’s a lot going on in this small, two-level corner space. Here’s where you see it. And here’s where we tell you about it:
That fire extinguisher. We should probably start there. It’s from the mid-20th century and it contains housemade vermouth infused with 17 ingredients and a kegged Zombie cocktail. Either would be perfect for a 90-degree day out on their sidewalk patio along Florida Avenue.
A 19th-century milk jug from Guatemala. That’s what dispenses your five local beers.
A cast iron ice shaver. It’s also from Guatemala, and it shaves ice into drinks like an aguardiente punch.
A four-foot, wood-burning grill. You’ll see it clearly through the open kitchen behind the bar. It turns out grilled squid and Colombian-style morcilla sausage.
Chairs reclaimed from the Naval Academy mess hall. Take a seat on one in the morning for a cortado and breakfast arepas with egg and cotija cheese.
And sit up straight, for God’s sakes.
Drinking from a fire extinguisher, however: perfectly reasonable.
At least it is at this place: The Royal, a morning/noon/night spot that takes its cues from Latin America. The guys behind Vinoteca are bringing it to you starting on Thursday.
There’s a lot going on in this small, two-level corner space. Here’s where you see it. And here’s where we tell you about it:
That fire extinguisher. We should probably start there. It’s from the mid-20th century and it contains housemade vermouth infused with 17 ingredients and a kegged Zombie cocktail. Either would be perfect for a 90-degree day out on their sidewalk patio along Florida Avenue.
A 19th-century milk jug from Guatemala. That’s what dispenses your five local beers.
A cast iron ice shaver. It’s also from Guatemala, and it shaves ice into drinks like an aguardiente punch.
A four-foot, wood-burning grill. You’ll see it clearly through the open kitchen behind the bar. It turns out grilled squid and Colombian-style morcilla sausage.
Chairs reclaimed from the Naval Academy mess hall. Take a seat on one in the morning for a cortado and breakfast arepas with egg and cotija cheese.
And sit up straight, for God’s sakes.
