Latvian-owned, vinyl-fueled, and defiantly charismatic. While most locals dodge the tourist blur of the district, this place pulls them in with dark disco beats and Baltic musical deep cuts that hit like folklore on acid. The interior? A moody gallery of black-with-splashes-of-white minimalism. It's the only spot in town where you can sip a Fernet Cola, slam vodka with a caviar bump, or cool down with a Pastis Mauresque like you’re exiled French nobility. Beer snobs, rejoice: the widest Mikkeller selection in Riga pours cold and unapologetic. The crowd is sharp and adventurous, the vibes light and savvy, and the bartenders know your poison before you speak.
