It was a warm mid-March evening (sorry to everyone everywhere else in the U.S. with your shitty winter weather. Also: hahahahaha) when myself and my little group of merrymakers waited outside downtown Petaluma’s newest live music venue, bar, brewery, and drunchies establishment, Zodiacs. “Is that a juice bar?” Someone exclaimed. The friendly bouncer confirmed we were indeed about to enter the venue for the already-bumpin’ Galactic After Party through a warmly-lit cafe serving up smoothies, espresso drinks, nut milks, and fresh-pressed juices. Now that is some hippie shit.
Let’s get healthy before we destroy ourselves.
View from above. Thank you for the tour!
The lovely proprietress greeted your humble Enthusiast/favorite sham-journalist with much-appreciated drink tickets and an invite to tour the enormous space. I was like, fuck yes. By the way, I think I’m in love with you. Oh sorry, was that too forward? No no no, I totally get it. Yeah no worries I’ll back off. Just kidding, I’m not a creep. But seriously, I was like, why the hell did I spend my first four years as a boozey blogger refusing to review shit?! This is the best!
(Sidenote: I know, I know—it’s been a while since your humble lady enthusiast has published anything on this blog. I’m sure you’ve all forgotten about me. After several hazy and hungover years of getting faded for the sake of this blog—not to mention half a lifetime of getting faded for the sake of getting faded—I was just starting to get like, really fucking tired. Of drinking. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna get all preachy or judgey on y’all lovely drunkards out there—I didn’t exactly like, quit boozing or anything. But while my fellow Enthusiast has got the desire and professional drink-slinging experience (my experience carrying cocktails on a tray only counts for so much) to talk spirits history and gin varietals (is that a thing?), and the patience to make his own bitters, I do not. And relied on Extreme Drinking to generate my material. And like—no. I’m too old for this shit.)
But back to that warm March night at Zodiacs (although that’s why y’all read my posts, isn’t it? For the digressions!) I spy with my one good eye the Angry Daisy. Spicy margaritas are my crack (when I’m out of actual crack) so I turned in a couple tickets for one. Although I would have happily paid $10 for this pint glass-sized cocktail. Maybe I’ve been in the Bay Area too long but—goddamn $10 is a good price for a well-crafted cocktail that size.
Let’s destroy ourselves with the Angry Daisy! Totally worth it! Plus we have that juice bar for later.
Naomi is happy. She can’t say “no” to a spicy margarita, either. Especially if it comes in a fuckin’ pint glass, amirite?
Destroying herself with a habanero. Oh girl. No amount of fresh juice or nut milk can fix this. Well, maybe the nut milk (hurh hurh).
Another Zodiacs cocktail creation: Get the Switch! Featuring bourbon and Braggs apple cider vinegar. Cause I’m a (recovering?) whiskey woman and a current secret hippie who drinks at lot of Bragg’s apple cider vinegar. Did not disappoint!
I got drunk (oops) and took a bunch of photos in the bathroom. This is the only one I am willing to share. PS: I’ve lived in San Francisco AND I work in the industry so you’d think I know better than to wear and Fernet shirt to a bar and expect to escape without doing at least a shot of Fernet. And that might be how I got so drunk (oops).
In conclusion, the cocktails were hella tasty! But that’s not the only reason to visit Zodiacs. They’ve got a robust beer list including many local offerings and plans for their own proprietary small-batch ales and lagers (I saw the tanks on my tour!) in the very near future.
And it feels off-brand (eiw, I can’t believe I said that) admitting this here on the Enthusiast, but Zodiacs would be an enjoyable going-out experience for even a non-drinker (gasp!) They’ve got live music five nights a week, a laser-lit dance floor—and smoke bubbles! where have you been all my life?—as well as really sweet, trippy artwork covering every surface. When we visited, there was even live painting above the stage. I’ve seen a fair amount of live-painting at venues recently and I have to say, this dude was seriously talented.
Plus, Zodiacs’ kitchen serves till 1am, which is rad. Whether you’ve got the drunchies, the munchies, or you’re just regular-hungry who doesn’t benefit from a late-night eating option. Personally, I really like food! We tried the pulled-pork sliders when we were there at the recommendation of like, everyone who had tried them and they were hella tasty. And I think I remember the professional chef we brought along saying he liked them, too. Everything gets a little fuzzy toward the end…
Soon-to-be devoured sliders.
Live music five nights a week.
Could this painting get any trippier?
This piano once belonged to the Grateful Dead.
We drank, we ate, we danced. We gawked at a shitload of rad artwork. By the end of the night all talk turned to when we could return to Petaluma and party again at Zodiacs. And the conversation continued the next morning over coffee, so you know that shit wasn’t just drunktalk!