Considering our office is two blocks from Agave, there's no reason why we shouldn't drink there more often—besides the hallway-avoiding, cringe-worthy occurrences that sometimes result from combining co-workers and tequila, that is. Inside the dusky confines of this festive cantina, more than 175 varieties beg to be shot, sipped or savored, on the rocks or in flights of three with the requisite lime arriving in the form of a paleta. Super-smooth margaritas made with fresh prickly-pear cactus or lime juices—not to mention tasty Mexican tapas (think cilantro-coconut mahi tacos) make this lesson in Sauza-swilling one to remember. —MELISSA WOZNIAK
