Last month, we bid adieu to our Girl Walks Into a Bar columnist, Moria Muldoon. This month, we present our new barfly, Tara Nieuwesteeg. Her bar reviews will appear monthly as Keeping Tabs.
Having just walked into Outpost American Tavern, I was turning toward the long bar when a raven-haired waitress with a nose stud intercepted me. “Sorry, no spots left at the bar,” she said, snatching up two drink menus. “You’re stuck with me.” Tattoos curled up and down her arms: a peacock; a leafless tree; a key; a tiny, detailed state of Texas. She sat us at a table by the white-tiled back wall, not far from the bar, and left us to contemplate our cocktail options.
Outpost American Tavern, an Oak Cliff bungalow-turned-bar, is owned by John Paul Valverde and Miguel Vicéns. Outpost opened in December, just a few months after the pair’s previous endeavor, CampO Modern Country Bistro, shuttered. The revamped result is a cross between a low-lit, chilled-out gastropub and the kind of locals-only watering hole you might find in some small factory town in upstate New York. The interior decor is rustic: custom-made wooden everything, long mirrors, and a sprinkling of mounted animal skulls. But best of all is the diverse crowd. On my Saturday night visit, Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues” filled the air.