You know how you know this place is good? It's always packed. Always. (Well, not always. But mostly.) And that's why I don't really like it all too much.
I've the good fortune of having a friend who makes the best homemade sangria I've ever had. This establishment doesn't top it (though the sangria here is very good and, taking that under consideration, the prices are fairly darn reasonable).
One of the bouncers (the only one I've ever seen on post, anyway) is very friendly and happily communicates to the businesses patrons. One of the reviewer's below (or above, depending on where my review ends up) was good enough to supply a photo of her. She's sort of like that teacher you had who wasn't very strict, but who you were afraid to misbehave in front of lest (s)he be disappointed in you. That's the vibe I get, anyway. I've never seen her in action, but I bet she could do some damage.
The place is cramped, though. It's not quite a Siberian prison camp, but you'll often find yourself pressed up or wedged in between folk. This can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending upon the quality (is that a shallow word to use?) or patron, but on the night of a particularly potent Australian summer, sometimes you don't even want to rub up against even the prettiest of ladies. All right, I guess that's a stark lie. Regardless, pick your evening. If it's cold out, the body rubbing ain't so bad, and the sangria's great. If it's a little sweltering, and you've a friend who makes it better, consider making a rain-check. read more