Admittedly it’s Sunday, so my friend and I aren’t gunning for an all-out rager, but we are looking to (sparkle emoji, please) live a little. And thank God, because midway through a grapefruit Margarita and chopsticks full of pungent, tangy winter kimchi, we find ourselves doing shots — not out of choice but because they come with the snacks. Honest! Dutifully, we chase a quart of fermented, chilli-spiked green tomato with the medicinal hush of Fernet-Branca and cleanse our palates of the zing of puce sauerkraut with a shock of ice-cold vodka.