It forms part of a mall that sits between 7th and 8th Avenues, a mall that contains a range of restaurants and salubrious shops. The bar itself is open on all sides and is furnished in that kind of rough style that fits for Spanish, Mexican or Australian depending on the flavour of wall hangings and beer served -- tall, heavy chairs and stylishly paint chipped tables line the balcony periphery with the bar forming the centre. TVs showing sports can be gazed at (much to the Blonde's annoyance) over your friends head.

The bar seems to specialise in frozen cocktails and a fairly exhausting list of tequilas and margaritas -- you know the sort -- pre-prepared in tanks that look like spin-dryers behind the bar. I prefer my margarita made fresh -- call me Mr. Picky if you will -- so I opted for a cold beer but the Blonde sampled one of the greener frozen margaritas and pronounced it "average" -- and she knows her margaritas, let me tell you.

The position of this bar is top notch. You know it isn't 'authentic' in any way -- but what is an authentic look for an Ybor bar? The fans work, the range of bar food looks to cover all the bases for massive carb consumption and wood is a better bar furnishing material than linoleum or patterned carpet.

So give Adobe Gilas a try.