The menu

Whiskey, sugar, bitters. The reason bars exist.

Tequila, lime, orange liqueur. Salt if you're smart.

Whiskey, sweet vermouth, bitters. Wears a coat indoors.

Gin or vodka, your call. We won't judge. (We will.)

Rum, lime, sugar — the real one, shaken cold.

Gin, lemon, soda. Tall, cold, and easy to talk to.

Bourbon over crushed ice with a mint forest on top.

Vodka, ginger beer, lime, copper mug. You know the one.

Gin, Campari, sweet vermouth. Bitter, the good kind.

Scotch, honey-ginger, lemon, smoky float. Doctor's orders.

Rye, absinthe rinse, Peychaud's. New Orleans' finest export.

Whiskey, lemon, sugar. Egg white if you want it fancy.

Crisp Italian lager.

Hops, but polite about it.

Cold, gold, reliable.

Texas amber, smooth as the jukebox's soul section.

A meal you can toast with.

Dry apple cider on draft.

Local and seasonal — check the chalkboard over the taps.

The champagne of beers. It says so right on it.

A very small beer for a very specific mood. Push one at last call.

Tallboy. You know what you're doing.

Baja's finest, with a lime.

Canned hops with a work ethic.

Vacation in a can.

LA's own, mango on a bike cart.

The classic handshake — pick your beer, pick your shot. Ask about the house combo.

A rotating lineup of one-ounce shots for celebrating something. Anything.

A rotating weekly punch, exclusively at the satellite bar, Thursday–Saturday.

Designed twice a year for LA's two seasons: warmer and colder.

Fresh lime, house syrup, soda — made with the same fresh juices as the cocktails.

Spicy ginger beer, aromatic bitters, tall over ice.

A proper near beer, cold as the real thing.

The classics, poured with the same care.