This establishment owes its raunchy name to... being a former brothel. Due to mismanagement and some ostracism from pious hypocrites in the neighbourhood it was practically bankrupt and quickly degenerating when Jose Pavo stepped in a year ago to take it over and pay its debts. It was refurbished as a place of more general entertainment even if most of the former staff is still on payroll as barmaids, and the lodgings above the main parlour have retained their unmistakable feel of a boudoire. Those who are needy can still get what they want from the girls but it's more a side-activity the management turns a blind eye on. No topless women are running giggling across the main parlour as they would before.
The rebranding was successful also due to a smart alteration of the associations coming with the venue: right past the entry you see a giant cage hanging on chains from the ceiling, with a tigress in it. The beast looks mostly apathetic until approached via the stairway from which one can see a murderous instinct simmering in her eyes but she does not exercise futility by pawing from beneath the bars, already knowing that people are outside her grasp.
Jose may own it, but it is his wife Rita that manages it. Now that her little boy is already half-year old she has reclaimed her control over the bar and the stage. The evenings when she sings, dances flamenco and plays the guitar are those that draw crowds and make the wine flow out of the cellar in a steady stream, more so if Jose joins her with violin and they play out their musical romance on stage as both a comedy and a love drama. The measure of success of the establishment is how frequently it has to resupply drinks. The cuisine is good but simple, taking full benefit from the easy access to produce from La Finca. Vegetables stuffed with minced beef or pork fried whole are a trademark.