Have we got the place for you.
It’s called All Souls, it just opened in Shaw, and it’s... well curated, to the point of drastically narrowing down your options, from drinks to beers to even seats.
This place has a bit of an everyman quality going for it. The kind of spot where Archie and Meathead could both be comfortable. The kind of spot that serves sparkling rosé with a shot of Maker’s (no, really, they do).
You’ll find tin ceilings circa 1910, a curved, copper-and-leather bar that used to reside at the original Jaleo, shades drawn tight and about 30 seats. And that’s about it. No graffiti art, no giant blocks of ice, no mechanical bulls (too bad). Just a jukebox preloaded with stuff the owners want you to play, from mellow jazz and soul to the Cure and the Smiths.
So really, bring anyone here—date, coworker, long-lost buddy from divinity school, whatever. And check out the cocktail list that runs just three drinks deep, and drafts like Heavy Seas Powder Monkey that come in two sizes.
You can probably handle that choice.