It’s 5 o’clock, and you’re leaving the office in search of some post-work libations and snacks before dinner. You could go the traditional happy hour route — where you’re limited to a few drinks and small bites within a short window of time — or you could up the ante and visit a Japanese izakaya.
When you hear the word “horchata,” what comes to mind? I’m sure the answers will vary. The most literal-minded of you will think “rice milk,” some of you may simply associate it with the concept of the “taqueria,” while others might draw a complete blank. I for one can’t get the image of the mouthy whores of the Mission district out of my head. Not that I associate them with actual drink, it’s just the phonics of the word that lead me there.