Field Notes #2

Dirty Daiquiris & Disco Balls, Razz Room

This week I had a dirty daiquiri with rum, lime, olive brine and a splash of mezcal which, on paper, feels like something you’d regret immediately. Actually, it was perfect. Annoyingly good, in fact. I drank it embarrassingly fast and immediately ordered two more (look it was happy hour, ok. Sue me).

Having always associated the old daiquiri with strawberry slushies and perky little paper umbrellas, this has been somewhat of a revelation.

The Razz Room itself is also v cool: it’s giving underground sex dungeon with disco balls. Could be the red lighting? Staff are lovely too; no complaints from the bartender who had to endure the full force of my iphone’s flash beam directly into his eyeballs.

I had a wonderful time.

If you too would like to have a wonderful time, I’d highly recommend the Velvet Hour. Again, a little Hugh Hefner in the naming, but we’re talking $13 daiquiris from 4–6pm daily, plus a dippy egg with caviar for $10, which feels borderline illegal in this economy. You’d be mad to miss it.

Oh, and there’s live music!

10/10 cocktail. No notes.