If, like me, you’re there to eat but also to geek out on mezcal, it’s best to find a stool in front of Orozco. Staffers hand out a truncated list of mezcals and tequilas when you’re seated; they looked at me quizzically every time I asked for what Vasquez calls the “mezcal bible,” even though a stack of the tomes sits by the host stand. No one asks for them, apparently. The curious simply plonk themselves down at the bar and start asking for recommendations.

Source: Los Angeles Times March 28, 2019 14:15 UTC