Mojito mania

The bar at Malo was the drinking destination at Sunset Junction this past weekend. Their big special was $3 Dewar's, which just kills me because it's such an old man's drink. (Guess they're desperate to hook a younger generation on its booze now that their current customer base is dying off.) Scotch just does not equal party, unless you're Augusten Burroughs before rehab—and even that wasn't so much of a party. What does equal a party? Malo's mojitos, which are so good the bartender actually took a sip of my drink before handing it to me. Normally that'd freak me out, but this time it actually earned her a bigger tip.