Kelly O

Description: A near-perfect replica of the Greenwood version, West Seattle's El Chupacabra is a Mexican restaurant and bar outfitted with deep red walls and loads of skeletons, all of them dangly and congenial. Weekend nights are thronged, but on an early Sunday afternoon, a little girl glides across the dining room in her father's arms, pointing at things. At the bar, a woman discusses her breasts (she had reduction surgery, but they grew back).

Namesake: It refers to a sinewy, hairless creature that drinks animal blood and is believed to be responsible for a sprinkling of dead livestock throughout Puerto Rico and Mexico. Chupacabras probably don't exist—no one's actually seen one, and the last reported sighting turned out to be a mangy raccoon.

Bonuses: A patio, a salsa buffet, and a jukebox that's stocked with hefty doses of butt rock.

Happy hours: Daily 4–6 pm and 10 pm–midnight.

Happy-hour drink specials: $1 off wells, $3 pints/$11.50 pitchers (Negra Modelo, Dos XX Amber).

Happy-hour food specials: None, because everything is already darn cheap. (From the snacks menu: $3.50 pozole pork soup, $2.95 rice and beans, and a $2.99 black-bean dip that is said to be swell.)