Apothéke peeps (sans pyro Albert Trummer) double their presence on “the Bloody Angle.” Old gang ambush corner keeps it clandestine, with low-key entry. Aztec-accented basement named for Mexico City blue collar taverns. Street food and market fare inspire chef Nacxitl Gaxiola’s creations. On the bar side, sick tequila and mezcal selection. They’re also making curados, pre-Conquista cocktails made from the agave plant and not available anywhere else in NYC. Of course.