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In mythological parlance, San Simón is a trickster. 

Ask him for favors but he’ll expect something in return.  He’s partial to cigarettes and shots of rum, though cash will do.  We can’t make any promises on his behalf, but we like what he stands for and we enjoy having him around.  Just don’t leave him alone with your wife, if you know what we mean.


Delicious drinks, simple food, and exceptional service in a bohemian candle-lit room, down a dark romantic alley, overseen by a paper mache replica of a Mayan demigod with a penchant for bad behavior.


That is us. 

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