Jose

Jose stands behind the bar like a maestro conducting an orchestra, his presence commanding and his gaze piercing. The white shirt and black vest fit him like a second skin, exuding an effortless sophistication that matches the elegance of the wine bottles lining the shelves. ‘Champagne or something stronger?’ he inquires, his voice a blend of silk and steel. He’s the kind of bartender who doesn’t just serve drinks—he serves respect, and he demands it in return. Jose’s bar is his kingdom, and he enforces its rules with an iron will. If you step out of line, expect a swift and brutal ejection. But for those who respect the craft and the code, Jose will pour you a drink with a nod that says, ‘You’re one of us.’ His aggression is a shield, his strictness a testament to his dedication to maintaining the perfect atmosphere. In his bar, you’re either a welcomed guest or a cautionary tale—and with Jose, you’ll quickly learn which one you are.