Motel Mexicola Seminyak—the lovechild of 1960s Acapulco and Ricky Ricardo on a belly full of Huichole-endorsed peyote and seven lashings of mezcal—is turning 12.

For over a decade, they’ve been slinging tequila, shaking maracas, and uniting lost souls in the sacred, slightly unhinged union between “the customer” and “the F$%&-yeah-amazing-antojería-and-tequilería.” And now? They’re taking this relationship to the next level.