Puns.
They’re kind of the worst, but also kind of the best.
Take Tequila Mockingbird, for example. Ugh.
But also not ugh, since that’s the name of this new bar from the team behind Terminus and Rx. It soft-opens Thursday in SoMa, and here’s the slideshow.
The first thing you and your group will notice as you make your approach is the giant star flashing in the window. You made it. It’s going to be a good night. Become excited. Step inside. That’s purple upholstery on the bar stools and banquettes, all right. And... wait, is that the facade of a mansion being used as a wall decoration? Yes. Yes it is.
Once you’ve determined that its doors don’t lead anywhere, turn back around to the bar. The drink list focuses on tequila, mezcal and allusory names, so try a Moby Grape with reposado tequila, aloe liqueur and grapefruit. Or a Carter Beats the Devil with reposado tequila, agave and chili. Of note: you won’t find any food here. Also of note: you’re fine with that.
Eventually, retire to the mezzanine booth illuminated by a neon sign reading “Private,” which allegedly hails from an old pornography studio. Or just hang out by the altar under another sign that reads “Marriages and Divorces” in Spanish.
We imagine it’s BYO priest.
They’re kind of the worst, but also kind of the best.
Take Tequila Mockingbird, for example. Ugh.
But also not ugh, since that’s the name of this new bar from the team behind Terminus and Rx. It soft-opens Thursday in SoMa, and here’s the slideshow.
The first thing you and your group will notice as you make your approach is the giant star flashing in the window. You made it. It’s going to be a good night. Become excited. Step inside. That’s purple upholstery on the bar stools and banquettes, all right. And... wait, is that the facade of a mansion being used as a wall decoration? Yes. Yes it is.
Once you’ve determined that its doors don’t lead anywhere, turn back around to the bar. The drink list focuses on tequila, mezcal and allusory names, so try a Moby Grape with reposado tequila, aloe liqueur and grapefruit. Or a Carter Beats the Devil with reposado tequila, agave and chili. Of note: you won’t find any food here. Also of note: you’re fine with that.
Eventually, retire to the mezzanine booth illuminated by a neon sign reading “Private,” which allegedly hails from an old pornography studio. Or just hang out by the altar under another sign that reads “Marriages and Divorces” in Spanish.
We imagine it’s BYO priest.
