There are not enough stars in the universe to rate the experience I had here. To understand, we must first take a trip across the border to Mexico. Some years ago, I was in a small shop south of Tijuana. While browsing the ponchos, the elderly shop owner approached me with an offer. “Do you whant some too-quila?”, he mutter in a thick accent. I obliged, taking a sip from the large decanter. This was not simply tequila. Rather, he had mixed some concoction of amaretto, mezcal, and other ingredients to create what is hands-down the best drink I have ever had in my life. For years after this experience I have tried to recreate this drink, pleading with various bartenders, but never getting anything more than a mediocre drink and some genuine heart burn. Enter Mel, the bartender. Mel is, objectively, a professional. In fact, she is a certified cicerone (it’s like a sommelier of beer for us plebs). I started the evening with a request for a cocktail centered around an Italian liqueur. As fancy as this sounds, I just thought the bottle was cool. She whipped up a fantastic drink. I decided to take my chances and describe to her this illusive Mexican beverage I so desperately sought. What ensued was nothing short of impressive. While simultaneously pouring beers for other patrons, I watch Mel effortlessly, yet thoughtfully, gather and pour various ingredients. What she created was, and I do not say this lightly, perfection. The perfect balance of smoke, sweetness, and bold flavors culminated into a glass before me. I was finally able to enjoy the mysterious Mexican drink of my dreams. Mel, thank you. Thank you for the incredible drinks and for sharing your stories. Also, honorable mention for Ashton, who I’m told makes a mean John Daly.