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969 State Street
Drinkers might miss the fact that the bar’s name spells the Spanish word for testicles, but it’s hard to ignore that this place has balls in a state better known for sweater vests than shots. There are 130-plus varieties housed here, ranging from light to vintage reserves containing hints of oak and vanilla. Thirsty parties can take theirs straight up, in a tasting flight or in any of C.O. Jones’ 12 margaritas, all of which are made from fresh fruit purée. All bartenders must pass an invasive written exam before getting their hands on the golden goodness. “Tequila had a bad name for itself for a long time,” says owner Bob Potter. “We’re trying to change that.” ![]() ![]() Mar 19, 2010
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