How on EARTH have I not made it to La Esquina before last night? As you know, I love anything hidden, secretive and/or requiring some kind of a password for admittance and while La Esquina kind of started that trend (seven years ago), it's still hot.
I've eaten at the Corner Deli - the kitschy Mexican taco stand on the ground floor - but had no idea that this was also the entrance to the bar downstairs. I arrived before my date and my directions via text were, "There's a bald guy in a striped tie standing next to an Employees Only sign holding a clipboard. Give him my last name. Go downstairs through the employee door. Walk through the kitchen. Hang a left and I'm at the bar." Brilliant.
Below and behind the bar.
My margaritas were ice cold, the tacos and ceviche were delicious and our server was a poor man's James Franco (complete with the patchy beard). I actually think that he heard me call him that and was less than impressed. The entire space is outfitted to look very Mexican dungeon with wrought iron gates everywhere, huge candlesticks, distressed brick and a DJ cranking out awesome music. It's sexy. The constant flow of models strolling around also adds to the sexiness but that's another topic entirely.
So friends, make a reservation (it has to be made three weeks out to the date and you need one for dinner or drinks). La Esquina is definitely past its prime but is still so, so fun.