If Venice has run your bank account dry then all you gotta do for free drinks is hand over your bra and let them hang it with their collection on the ceiling. Easy (boys bring easy dates). Who knew that the people of Venice could be so god damn naughty? This is our kinda hangout.
Bacaro may call itself a jazz bar, but it’s a loose term. More American dive bar with radioactive looking cocktails, party animal punters, inappropriate dancing and screenings of raunchy music videos. It’s definitely one of the only bars you can get away with any kind of real mischief in this city so get into it.
Saddle up at the bar and get the cocktails in, the ‘Spritz Bra’ seeming the most appropriate with a European glug of gin, crème de cassis, Aperol and Prosecco. Food is served till 1am too so if you’ve had one too many shots get some nachos in to soak it up. Winning.