Recommendation by Lemi
Even in the day, one could only get into speakeasies by uttering select magic words. The single hint that Blind Pig even exists is a metal plaque written in braille just outside the entrance. Dare to knock on the door and eyes dart from the peephole slot that opens. The password is your name and only the lucky few who’ve come with reservations are led in. The mixologists that helm the bar don’t need to win patrons over with witty drink names and long lists, but they know exactly what the thirsty soul needs. Dig into what you’re feeling like (even whims as vague as “something sweet” or “something spicy” will do). The mixologist will whip you up a pleasant surprise—you’re in good hands.