From inspiring the work of great artists, to giving you something to hold and drink while pretending to study the work of great artists, alcohol is essential to the art scene. Never more so, in fact, then at VeraCruz. VeraCruz is what would happen nine months after a gallery and a bar made liquored-up, experimental freak love: a vaguely Latin hybrid lined with wood drink rails under buyable work from a new artist every two months, and sporting a 15ft drink station and DJ booth, all located right above Duffy's, not that they're saying art's above the Irish or anything. 100% of the sales go straight to the artist, and you can currently line the pockets of one Brandon Hill, a DC native flooding the joint with mixed media pieces like a series of maple leaves imbued with prints of Mustang fighter planes and wrestlers' faces, and a bunch of skate decks cut into a claw and dubbed "Maryland Crab", a name that really should've been a piece of cake. As for the whole drinking part, there's a host of South American beers like Mexico's Cuauhtémoc Moctezuma Bohemia (don't worry about trying to pronounce the whole name... just ask for a Cuauhtémoc Moctezuma), Xingu Black from Brazil, and Presidente, the Dominican's national beer. If beauty makes you hungry, they've got on-site goodness from Mama Chuy's down the street, like chips & guac, and pork tacos with caramelized pineapple, Mexican food being one area in which you're more than capable of holding your own.
Acquired Taste: Blood Rice Cakes With Timothy DeLaGhetto and Justina Valentine