Brandon, Marla and I got together to hit a few bars, picking up most of what's left of Fremont in the process. We started with Sergio's, a bar that's really obvious but which none of us had been to, so we ended up walking very much out of our way, and then back to the bar, which was right where it should have been if the navigator (me) had been paying attention.

It's a Mexican place, but I think it views itself as kind of high end Mexican, so there's none of the usual paraphenalia. There's just a smell in the air, and a few Mexicans in the kitchen, and the sort of accessories you might find at a Southwestern place. Overall, not as good as the kitsch factor of the usual Mexican decor.

The drinks were pretty decent, but not superb, but it was their late night happy hour, so the prices were good. They brought us all the chips and salsa I wanted to eat, which was a plus. And the waitress was very attentive; it made sense, since the bar wasn't exactly busy, but still, it was nice. Nothing terribly remarkable here, though, after all is said and done.