Around the corner from the Hop & Vine and the Naked Sheep Knit Shop, at the crossing of North Killingsworth Street and Gay Avenue, you may find yourself at the Lost & Found. After sundown, the bar is almost invisible from the street except for a spacious patio (which, unlike the Adidas-heavy Old Gold nearby, allows smoking). Indoors, however, it's sunny until 2 am on Fridays and Saturdays.
The bunker-brick walls are painted the colors of ocean and sky, and sport cheery lamps made of suitcases, with shapes cut out for deer, bears and inadvisable airplane procedures. Other lampshades are made of cymbals. A brightly painted, 3-foot-wide cross section of a tree stump—hanging precariously over the broad selection of booze—turns out to be Styrofoam. The bar's lovely art is made by UpperCase Studios' Mich Conklin, who started her business shortly after making the art for her daughter's bar. The almost garishly bright natural wood grain on the posts and rear booth was made by a dude with patience and a blowtorch.
Meanwhile, a ceiling support advertises $3 boozesicles (vodka lemonade, rum guava) and $3 koozies. The food consists of a breezy collection of quesadillas and Frito pie, while the mostly sweet house cocktails are named after such luminaries as Ron Burgundy, Kenny Powers and each of the Golden Girls. The Girls, it turns out, drink juice and Champagne—except Dorothy, who goes for Tecate with Sriracha and bloody-mary mix. Does this mean, we wonder, that Tecate makes you celibate? The bartender pauses for a moment, considering the question. "You know that's not true."