"You light it on fire," the bartender guffawed as he sent my Chueca shot (Malibu, Bailey's, and KahlAoa) ablaze. I'm no pyromaniac, but what's a few eyelashes? I love Latin bars; they serve the most innovative libations. The Colombian lesbos of Chueca's half-mirrored, dimly lit pad really know how to take el licor
. On any given Friday or Saturday night they're perched at tables or at the cushiony black-lined bar snapping drinks back like it was a little agua
, as the crowd gets naughty and the bartenders take to dancing on the bar.