I have fond memories of El Sotano. Sipping cheap red wine in the darkened room to the tune of an unbelievably talented Scandinavian cello master performing his jazzy craft along with a couple of equally-skilled local musicians. It could well have been 1920. On a more recent occasion I had the pleasure of seeing local punk band Ave Negra play a standout show to a roomful of rowdy fans.
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