I met the owner, Gusto, through one of those rare conversations where strangers instantly connect. We had a laugh and shared stories about life, fatherhood, tequila, and what it really means to follow your passion.
This bar isn’t just a bar. It’s what happens when someone trades spreadsheets and system errors for spirits and sincerity — and somehow makes it all work. You feel it the moment you walk in: equal parts charm, chaos, and curated alcohol. The shelves aren’t just stocked; they’re quietly judging your drink choices until 2 a.m. and beyond.
Drinks are served cold, fairly priced (3 euros for a Moretti – come on!), and the wine is carefully chosen. No food, just pure distilled good vibes. The kind of place you stay for one drink and end up sharing life advice with strangers until 4 a.m. If you're lucky, you might catch the owner talking about wine or how his wife — the real chef in spirit — built this dream with him.
P.S. I still owe you a beer, brother. Next time I’ll keep your bar open until your wife kicks us out. 😄