L'scorpion

Hype club turned candlelit fiesta where dusk meets a Gothic Juarez dawn. Moody, sexy, Mexy elegance. Hot hands on the turntables and hot bods from the windooooooow to the wall. Matchmaking manager kicks ass, taking shots with you, buying you birthday treats, then totally calling in the morning. We like live drums poured over wax on Wednesdays. Tequila selection serious enough to steady Pancho Villa's trigger finger while fru-fru house drinks fly off the hook.