Mojitoville

It’s petty, I know, but I have walked out of bars when I was informed that the bartender did not know how to make a Mojito. It’s not like I was asking for something obscure, and of course, I am understanding when places do not keep a supply of mint on hand. Lacking ingredients is different from lacking know-how. I’m not going to name names, but I walked there hoping to catch Mike Lowell on the big screen; having a large tap selection does not impress me– I’m not a beer drinker.

As discussed in a previous post, I’m really not a big drinker at all. I did not have the “typical college experience” and find that a day in the public library is all the self-medicating that I need, usually. So, if I am going to drink, I want it to be something that actually tastes good.

Tisane: One drink and you’ll wake up wearing someone else’s bra.

Firebox: Light, sugary, and lime-ish. Goes down easily, but unlike Tisane’s drinks, having a single cocktail will not prevent one from carrying on a conversation or behaving properly on a date. While at the Firebox recently, I learned that just getting an order of fries was possible. What a relief for a vegetarian who has a random nut allergy and who also hates salad!

Wood-n-Tap: Surprisingly decent. They are somewhat strong, so best if eaten with food. I’m kind of a snobby bitch about atmosphere, and if it were not for the sweet potato fries, I would seriously never go there, even if it is literally a two minute walk from where I live. I would recommend dining outdoors because there’s more character in the neighborhood than in what could be mistaken for a Friendly’s/TGI Fridays/Ruby Tuesday/Ninety-nine on the inside. Also, the restaurant is by a busy intersection, so if with someone whose yammering is driving you out of your skull, you can pretend not to hear him over the sirens and car horns (assuming you are sitting outside in the smoking area).

Coyote Flaco: This is another case where one should not order the drink unless she plans to walk home. The bonus is that they are unpretentious and have consistently delicious veggie burritos. I’ll be honest. I drank two-thirds of a Mojito and had to abandon the rest. I did not want to become an urban legend for something like singing Joan Jett songs in the middle of New Britain Avenue. I would be remiss to not mention that one could walk to a very special playground from here, which might be an even more heightened experience after a trip to Coyote Flaco.