The Bar
Nook. 309 E 6th St, Austin, TX 78701
Visited 2/21/17 @ 9:30pm.
UPDATE: Nook has closed.
Vegas Bomb. Crown Royal Apple whiskey, Malibu rum, peach schnapps, Red Bull. $8.
The upside of going to a dance club early is that you can talk to bartenders easily (the downsides you can figure out yourself), even if a drink like this is the result. This type of shot is perfectly appropriate for a dance club, given the near-magical glamour Vegas has for the kind of person who goes to dance clubs. As you've learned by now, I am not really that kind of person, but I do appreciate drinks that attempt to capture the city's spirit. You've got your fruit flavors, indiscriminate mixing of alcohols, and Red Bull for energy. And at $8, you too can experience the joyous sting in the wallet that Vegas is so famous for. I enjoyed it, of course - you can't go wrong with those ingredients separately or individually - but it's a perfect representation of the Vegas brand, with all that that means. Had I been dancing, it would have been time to hit the floor. You know me and dancing though.
Travis, Aaron.
Nook, which replaced the unfortunately inflammable Black Cat Lounge, has the same owner as Pop up the street, which makes sense since they're both heavily nightlife-focused. However, also in the bar portfolio is Corner Bar down on South Lamar, which as a sports/patio/relaxing bar has a totally different audience. I wonder if the management ever has a night out on their own properties: hit the dancefloor at Nook, head over to Pop for some thousand-dollar bottles of champagne, and then get hair of the dog at Corner Bar the next day, with some Brown's BBQ to soak up the hangover. If I were rich, building my own little ecosystem of the kinds of places I'd like to drink at myself is what I'd try to do. Who wouldn't?
Since it was an off-night, we spent a lot of time chatting with the bartenders about weighty themes like this, as well as the building's history, and its hilarious legal dispute with the Westin. Who builds a hotel next to a live music venue, and then is shocked that there's live music playing at night? On our night there was only a DJ spinning away, not loud enough to raise any tourist ire, but plenty to keep the handful of people there moving and grooving. It's always good to be reminded that there are people who live different lives than you do, whose elliptical drinking orbits might only intersect with yours for one night on the floor of a dance club before they shoot off like a comet into the night. A good city has room for all types of people, and even if I'm no likelier to return to Nook than I am to Pop, where I also had a blast, it has its place in the Sixth Street scene.
The Drink
Vegas Bomb. Crown Royal Apple whiskey, Malibu rum, peach schnapps, Red Bull. $8.
The upside of going to a dance club early is that you can talk to bartenders easily (the downsides you can figure out yourself), even if a drink like this is the result. This type of shot is perfectly appropriate for a dance club, given the near-magical glamour Vegas has for the kind of person who goes to dance clubs. As you've learned by now, I am not really that kind of person, but I do appreciate drinks that attempt to capture the city's spirit. You've got your fruit flavors, indiscriminate mixing of alcohols, and Red Bull for energy. And at $8, you too can experience the joyous sting in the wallet that Vegas is so famous for. I enjoyed it, of course - you can't go wrong with those ingredients separately or individually - but it's a perfect representation of the Vegas brand, with all that that means. Had I been dancing, it would have been time to hit the floor. You know me and dancing though.
The Crew
Travis, Aaron.
Notes
Nook, which replaced the unfortunately inflammable Black Cat Lounge, has the same owner as Pop up the street, which makes sense since they're both heavily nightlife-focused. However, also in the bar portfolio is Corner Bar down on South Lamar, which as a sports/patio/relaxing bar has a totally different audience. I wonder if the management ever has a night out on their own properties: hit the dancefloor at Nook, head over to Pop for some thousand-dollar bottles of champagne, and then get hair of the dog at Corner Bar the next day, with some Brown's BBQ to soak up the hangover. If I were rich, building my own little ecosystem of the kinds of places I'd like to drink at myself is what I'd try to do. Who wouldn't?
Since it was an off-night, we spent a lot of time chatting with the bartenders about weighty themes like this, as well as the building's history, and its hilarious legal dispute with the Westin. Who builds a hotel next to a live music venue, and then is shocked that there's live music playing at night? On our night there was only a DJ spinning away, not loud enough to raise any tourist ire, but plenty to keep the handful of people there moving and grooving. It's always good to be reminded that there are people who live different lives than you do, whose elliptical drinking orbits might only intersect with yours for one night on the floor of a dance club before they shoot off like a comet into the night. A good city has room for all types of people, and even if I'm no likelier to return to Nook than I am to Pop, where I also had a blast, it has its place in the Sixth Street scene.
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