Clandestino

Some bars wear their exclusivity like a costume. Clandestino doesn’t bother—it just disappears underground. Literally. Hidden below Boho (which is itself hidden behind Venice MTL), this low-lit tequila and mezcal den plays the speakeasy game with more substance than shtick. The bar seats barely 30 and leans into old-world opulence: velvet armchairs, antique accents, and candlelit corners that make you forget what decade you’re in. But the real flex is behind the bar. Over 100 agave spirits—mostly private imports—are poured by the ounce, bottle, or curated tasting trays that sidestep gimmickry in favour of education. The cocktail list leans inventive, driven by fresh citrus, rare liqueurs, and an almost obsessive reverence for salt. Whether you’re after a smoky pour you’ve never heard of or just want to feel like you’ve slipped into another world, Clandestino knows how to keep things quietly extraordinary. No password required—just curiosity.