Deville is what I think of when I try to imagine the unholy offspring of David Lynch and Lawrence Welk, if their recombinant DNA were injected into the same spermshake, then allowed to ferment in the surroagte womb/playpen of Mimi VanDoren. With infernal red lighting, truly eclectic music, and Captain Hook drinks at Cabin Boy prices, it's unapologetically designed to inflame the senses. Ground zero for the best margaritas in Austin, it's where you want to be. And, like a crack-addicted lot lizard, you'll come crawlin' back for more.
Pros: great staff, laid back, dark (I'm ugly)
Cons: too close to 6th, they close, mens' room's well lit