More or less right next door to Hemingway Bar, this place looked promising from the outside, and I'm always charmed by an establishment that is named after an artistic/musical idea. However, this place ain't got no soul power.
I drank a Bernard 13 degree dark lager.
Moreover, Duende suffers from a serious washroom failure, as Meghan walked in on peeing girls three times before she finally gave up and we moved on.
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