Like its agave-derivative namesake, Mezcal -- the upscale Mexican cantina that opened on East Colfax last December -- is getting slammed on a nightly basis. And rightly so. From its glowing Moroccan lamps and sunny walls painted with Sol Cerveza advertisements to such kitschy decorations as a chrome low-rider bike suspended from the ceiling and a plastic baby Jesus affixed to an exposed-brick column, Mezcal looks like the real thing. And Mezcal tastes like it, too, with its stash of over a hundred premium tequilas, served straight up or mixed into fabulous fruity concoctions like the Strawberry Margarita ($6.25), made with Herradura Silver Tequila, Triple Sec, freshly squeezed juice from Key and Persian limes, and a fresh strawberry purée. I licked the salt rim of my passion-pink marg clean while perched at the horseshoe bar, a new destination for prime people-watching. For night owls and Colfax-prowlers, Mezcal's kitchen serves up piping hot tamales and enchiladas until 1 a.m. seven nights a week. And at all hours, you can gaze at the busty Mexican pinups adorning the walls of the baño de caballeros. One question: Why don't we ladies get any eye candy?