Men in Milan are groomed. And when I say GROOMED, I mean the kind with all capitals. The kind you rarely see on heterosexual men unless they are famous models or haven’t come out of the closet yet.
That’s your first tip-off this bar/cafe is very un-Milanish. Big Beards. Big Statement-making Beards. Pony tails. Shirts not tucked in (GASP!!)
The second hint is furniture more reminiscent of a living room decorated out of a dumpster than a gallery.
Finally is the collection of maybe 100 random jars in the bar counter filled with things I was too afraid to ask about. On a positive note, I don’t believe I spied any eye of newt or tail of cat.
NOTE: We didn’t buy or taste anything here. It was just interesting enough to mention and will be on our list for a return trip.