Jackie smiles at the faint praise - 'not bad' wasn't 'garbage juice', so, that was something.

"I kinda grew up in the back room of a restaurant," he says. "So I learned a little about how to run one, but there's no way I can cook, and I know Korra used to run a bar. Since she's been gone, we haven't had any run by Foreigners, so I figured, hey, why not? There are worse ways to go legit."

He leans against the bartop. "As for the name, it's the same as the old restaurant. Kind of a tribute to home, I guess, since I know I can't go back."