Last night your Editor and Mrs. Editor, who sometimes goes as “Modernista,” ate well at Hopfield’s and then rolled up Guadalupe to The Tigress, a cute neighborhood bar just east on North Loop. The Tigress has a low copper ceiling, a short and friendly bar, and a rather excellent selection of proprietary cocktails (if you like bourbon concoctions, try the Boulevardier). Your Editor had discovered The Tigress after a long evening of pouring colored water at the nearby Texas School of Bartending, and had been meaning to show it off to Modernista at the first opportunity. She approved.
This is an arty place. The TV above the bar runs Turner Classic Movies instead of whatever horrible sports are playing in the desolate months between March and football, and its customers as often as not have a book to read or a great willingness to declaim on their current project. It seems that everybody works in a museum, or wants to do, or has a plan to open a combination photography gallery and bar. Although we are sure that is an unwarranted extrapolation from a small sample size.
Regardless, nobody was talking about either Proposition 1 or the staged social justice atrocity at Whole Foods, which was a relief.
See you there.