X-Posted from Not For Tourists.
The menu at Solo Bar is like one of those games in Highlights Magazine. How many nationalities can you spot? Italian, French, Spanish, Ethiopian, Brazilian and Bulgarian…to name a few. Solo calls itself a tapas bar, which means just that: fancy food in small portions. Not that I’m complaining. With reasonable prices and daily happy hours from 5-8 (plus all day on Sunday and Monday), the punk rock owners (local Balkan band Kulture Shock and ex-Faith No More) provide numerous ways to fill my vast American stomach with outstanding fare. At Sunday brunch, wash down their historical figure-themed crepes (let them eat The Antionette) with Guinness infused (trust them) bloody marys and the biggest mimosa you’ve seen outside my kitchen. For dinner, share a Mediterranean plate or eat that entire gourmet hot sandwich yourself. Their specialty cocktail menu includes Brazilian favorite, caipirinha, and a drink named after Deadwood’s beloved badass Al Swearengen. On the weekends, chase your old timey libation with a rock show.
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