weddings aren’t my forte, and bachelorette parties aren’t far behind. however, when the call of duty arrives, one obliges with trashy lingerie in hand and a hankering to get smashed. lucky for me, the party was only a short stumble away from barca on capitol hill. located on the same strip as purr, grey, and the value village, this venue features scant team barca decor, a vodka bar upstairs, and a severe lack of ventilation. but who cares about staying breezy as long as theres a bottle of fernet behind the bar. at the end of the night, i was surprised to find that my three fernet & cokes only set me back $15…i’ll sweat it out in this hipster sauna for a deal like that.