Killer Whale Sex Club

With a name like Killer Whale Sex Club, you could be forgiven for assuming this place is just another blink-and-you-miss-it addition to Roosevelt Row’s high-turnover drinking scene. And, honestly, the place takes a little warming up to. For one, reservations are “highly recommended,” per its Instagram. The music inside is incredibly loud. It’s super dark and pretty cold. A collage of cutouts from nudie magazines covers one wall. But then a helpful server arrives, and you order The Hot Seat, a hibiscus-infused take on the bourbon cherry sour, or the Pornstar Punch, a mix of passionfruit, elderflower, and yuzu for a zing. For food, maybe the black-bunned Thai Fried Chicken Bun or Pork Belly Adobo Fried Rice. After a while of soaking in the vibe, the place starts to make sense: Owners Sam Olguin and Brenon Stuart are going for a tongue-in-cheek thing here. It’s not obnoxious; in fact, it makes most other RoRo bars seem boring by comparison.