You can tell a lot about someone from their favorite condiment: if it's BBQ sauce, they're likely from the South; if it's mayonnaise, they're probably French or Canadian; and if it's Grey Poupon, they're clearly extremely wealthy, but horrible at planning how much they'll need for one car ride. Flip-flopping from one condiment to another, Pico Autentico.
Putting new flavor into what used to be Southern cuisinery Relish, Pico's a mecca of Mexi-food boasting pastel purple, orange, teal, and blue walls with illustrated Mexican language flash cards, glass-art-adorned guitars, upside-down wine-bottle bouquets, and a blue/red/yellow rooster made from scrap metal, also what David Lee Roth did when he covered California Girls. Start with pepperjack/ chorizo/ roasted poblano/ pepper jelly fundidos, then get down on a variety of tacos (braised pork, brisket, fried tilapia...), chimichangas, and tortas like carne asada w/ Chihuahua cheese, and smoked chicken, and of course he's scared -- everyone can tell he's stoned! Even with these sunglasses on! Ahhhhhh!! Heavy-poured house bevvies include 'ritas like the Hot Flash w/ jalapeno-/cilantro-infused Herradura Reposado, Mojitos, plus specialty jobs like the tequila-heavy "Area 51", and the vodka/ lychee/ absinthe/ cilantro "Chupacabra", which is totally delicious, and...yep...just ate all of your goats.
For beer, it's taps like Terrapin plus Dos Equis Lager and Amber, eight bottles (Cuagama, Negra Modelo...), and wines like Pinot Noir from Ritual -- which, if you're extremely wealthy, means chauffeured cars and an unslakable thirst for mustard.