From Behind the Bar
Every drink is a stolen family recipe with a story and a body count. No prices — come read the menu.
A custom cocktail named for the guest of honor, invented on the spot. Tell Yaya her story; she'll pour it.
Request the songs the party simply must hear, then hand them to Yaya. She runs the room like a setlist.
Batched pours and pitchers built for a group toast. Ask Yaya — nobody clinks alone here.
Karaoke in the parlor, costumes encouraged. Bidi bidi bom bom until the neighbors love us.