• We’ve been trying to take the Rum Bar back since it opened. Sometimes filled with the stumbling miscreants from the evercraptastic Irish Pub, it smacked too much Bahama Breeze for our taste. Fear not. Adam Kanter has compiled the sickest list of rum anywhere in the 215, and he LOVES it like you love our mother, no wait. Your mother.
Homemade infused rums are the draw here, featuring badass elixirs with chile pepper and starfruit hooch. The cuddlesome touch given to the presentation of Painkiller #2 is what gives us the ‘aww’s’. Anything served in a coffee mug can cure what wrangles the will of men. Especially if it’s Pusser’s British Navy Rum topped with fresh ground nutmeg.
• Rum Bar has also decided it’s time to name the best Cuban drinkmaker at their inaugural Mojito Olympics. Lacroix’s Matt Levin and Foobooz’s Arthur Etchells are judging who walks the fucking talk. Events will include: Best Traditional, Best in Show, and Fastest Muddler. What, no Fastest Drinker? Foobooz has the details.
Yeah, they place doesn’t really present itself well. I’m not a rum drinker, but I randomly went there for lunch once with some friends and the food was really good; they also had a nice beer list.
The decor’s kinda too Jimmy Buffety though, kinda misrepresents the place.
Huh. I might have to give this place a second look. The life-sized plaster pirate threw me off.