‘Yo Mama is like a mosquito, you have to swat her to make her stop her sucking.’ Yep, you get a Yo Mama joke on every receipt, just when you’re drunk enough to really appreciate them. This is a dive bar with badass burgers and a sense of humour. Sold.
And by burgers we’re talking filthy, dirty, tasty burgers with sh*t on them like peanut butter and bacon. Bring on the coronary. There’s a one pounder if you’re greedy or the Little Taste of Your Mama quarter burger for a snack.
Just off Bourbon this is a bit of a local haven. They have nearly 90 tequilas, which makes it one helluva haven in our opinion. They even make their own single-barrel stuff for the brave. That said, avoid the frozen Daiqs and go for it straight up.
It’s red lit and divey in here with wood-panelled walls and counter seating. A bigger space upstairs opens when they’re busy. Oh, and they have a resident ghost, occasionally spotted playing pool.