gabs.bar

A neighborhood cocktail lounge, frozen in amber light.

Est. somewhere between 1967 & 1974

Band Two

The Regulars

First names known. Tabs forgiven. Stories rehearsed and embellished.

Mona — orders an Old Negroni, never sweet.
Hal — whiskey sour, two cherries, no straw.
Lou — pours heavy, listens better.
Band Three

The Menu

Hand-stirred, never shaken without reason.

  • Sun-Faded Old Fashioned Bourbon, demerara, orange oil
  • Boomerang Sour Rye, lemon, egg white, amaro float
  • Filament Negroni Gin, Campari, sweet vermouth, flame
  • Kodachrome Daiquiri Aged rum, lime, brown sugar
  • Last Call Manhattan Rye, vermouth, two dashes bitters
  • The Long Goodbye Mezcal, pineapple, smoked honey

Each cocktail is poured to the rhythm of the room — slower on Sundays, looser on Thursdays. Ask Lou about the off-menu Tiki Special when the rain starts.

All glasses are vintage. All swizzle sticks are flamingos. House rule: if the song is good, finish your drink before you leave.

  • Happy hour drifts in at 5, leaves around 7.
  • Cash is faster. Cards are forgiven.
  • The jukebox takes nickels and requests.
Band Four

The Jukebox

Sergio Mendes, Bobbie Gentry, and a quarter that never quite fits.

“Mas Que Nada”

Sergio Mendes & Brasil ’66

“The lights here never quite reach the corners. That’s on purpose.”

“Ode to Billie Joe”

Bobbie Gentry, 1967

“Pour it slow. The night isn’t going anywhere.”

“Wichita Lineman”

Glen Campbell, 1968

“The Look of Love”

Dusty Springfield, 1967

Band Five

Last Call

Drink slow. Tip well. The door is unlocked — come back Thursday.

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