If it fizzes, hisses, or glows, we served it first.

Our House Specials are lovingly crafted by our in-house mixologist, Yakabu Ubakay.

Using a carefully curated assortment of fruits, spirits, spices, and other materials acquired through ‘entirely normal means’ from across the valley and beyond, Yak produces drinks that are bold, inventive, and occasionally alarming.

Some of those ingredients are rare. Some are seasonal. Some are best not asked about too loudly.
We believe all are safe to ingest.

Yak stands by every recipe.
Management does too, legally speaking.

GOBLIN’S NUT

You’ll Never Forget Your First Lick

The drink that started it all.
Crafted from a secret base and adding roasted stonefruit husks, melted spicebark, and sun-dried nuts, this nutty brown spirit hits like a bongo to the backside.
Smooth. Unsettling. Slightly nutty.
Served in a shot glass, as tradition demands.

4 silver.
No refunds. No regrets.

“One shot and the floor got warmer. Two, and I remembered something that happened tomorrow” – Regular patron

SCORCHED SUNRISE*

Looks like hope. Burns like memory.

Whole Bloodfire berries are lovingly placed at the bottom of the glass. Sunfruit juice and lightly sparkling valley wine follow, calm and deceptively cheerful.

Then, the berries are pierced.

The core is ruptured, the heat releases. The wine and juice roil and fold into one another, bubbling violently as the drink comes alive. For a moment, it looks like molten lava trapped in glass. Then it settles.

8 silver.
Sometimes, playing with fire is worth it.

“I don’t know if it’s safe, but it felt earned.”
– confused patron

* A traveling merchant once insisted Yak had stolen this recipe, claiming it was something called a “Mimosa Sunrise.” Yak denied this firmly and had Az promptly throw the merchant into the alley. (Out the doorway. No windows were broken.)

Long Shadow*

Quiet. Heavy. Patient.

Roasted blackstone seeds are ground in a squat stone bowl to form a dark, matte paste.

Blacktooth Stout, followed by charcoal-infused hearth honey whisked together with ashmilk, is worked into the crushed seed husks, forming a thick, soft, smoky emulsion that sparkles with uncertainty.

8 silver.
Contemplation, in a stone bowl.

“I don’t remember finishing it. I remember sitting there afterward.”
– Mysterious stranger

*Some patrons insist the Long Shadow resembles a black sesame–infused beverage from beyond Elandaru. Yak says it came to him in a dream. He does not remember the dream – only the feeling it left behind.

Puckered Grin*

Tastes like a friend – Punches like an enemy

Served in a beaten copper mug , this sour delight blends clear barley spirit with sharp moonfruit juice, rock honey, and just enough bite to make your eyes water. Rimmed with crushed rock sugar and served with a wedge of moonfruit.
Sour. Bright. Unforgiving.

5 silver.
No refunds. No apologies.

“First sip, I smiled. Second sip, I puckered. Third sip, I questioned my life choices.”
– Slightly regretful patron

* Some untrustworthy patrons insist this drink resembles a concoction from another world called a “lemon drop martini” Yak says if anyone drops a lemon in his bar, he’ll charge extra.

The Swindle*

Tastes like a friend – Punches like an enemy

Smoked barley spirit tangled with crushed rhubarb stalk, mellowed by sunfruit juice and honey, and sharpened with Yak’s infamous dandelion bitters. Golden and glowing at first sip, tart and treacherous underneath.
Bright. Bitter. Dangerous.

4 silver.
No apologies. No second chances.

“It hugged my tongue, then headbutted my jaw. I ordered another.”
– Shady patron

* Rumor has it this recipe was stolen from another realm, where barkeeps call it “Hoodwinked.” Yak swears he’s never heard of such a place.

Filthy Father*

One sip for the sin, one for the salvation..

Aged Sulker’s Fire is blended with warmed and thickened Morning Ale — strained three times through “the cleanest cheesecloth we could find,” and poured into a warm leather pouch – for added depth of flavor. Topped with a generous dollop of Frostcream, finished with a drizzle of Yak’s secret Ember Syrup, and with a hunk of spice bark thrown in for good measure.
(The hissing is completely normal.)

5 silver.
One sip and you’ll question everything.

“I saw my past, and possibly someone else’s future.”
– Deeply concerned patron

* Rumor has it there is a drink similar to this found on a distant continent – there it is known as a “Dirty Santa”. Yak swears he doesn’t know anyone by that name and insists that you shouldn’t trust someone who doesn’t bath at least once a month.