
Purple Pick Me Up
Ube cream, espresso, condensed milk. The morning after, the night before. Served cold, drunk fast.
Six things we’d order tonight.
The rest is for the room to find out.
The Tasting
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Ube cream, espresso, condensed milk. The morning after, the night before. Served cold, drunk fast.

Coconut vinegar, gin, dry vermouth, calamansi twist. Sharp, bright, vegetal. The dirty martini's traveling cousin.
Cold-pressed espresso, ube halaya, vanilla. Three coffee beans on the foam, like always. Quiet trouble.
Sweet pandesal, blue crab roe whipped into smoked butter, cayenne crackle on top. Ordered for the table, finished alone.

Pork, jicama, garlic, paper-thin shell shattered on contact. Vinegar dip with siling labuyo. The portrait on the sweatshirt is not a metaphor.

It comes in the pink ceramic pig. Foam to the ceiling. Ask for it by name. We'll know what you mean.

Ube cream, espresso, condensed milk. The morning after, the night before.
[PLACEHOLDER] Built on a Tuesday in February by the bartender we won't name yet because she'd hate that. The first one she made was for the door guy. He sent it back. The second one she made was for herself. She kept it.
[PLACEHOLDER] Ube halaya from a tita in Hyattsville who has opinions about consistency. Espresso pulled twenty minutes before close, when the machine is finally warm enough to forgive us.
[PLACEHOLDER] Tastes like the first cold thing on a hot night, and the last warm thing on a cold one. Drinks slower than it looks. Order it at 11. Order it again at 12.
Punching above our weight class. Recipes that live next to the drinks, not behind them.



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New menu drops, residencies, the occasional secret. Once a month, never more.