It’s hard to remember the days when we wrote off rum as a spring break drink. In Seattle, that’s largely thanks to Rumba, with its unreal list of 735 distilled cane spirits. The staff can discuss the differences between a smoky French Guiana distillate and something crisp and sippable from Nicaragua. Or just make you a mean piña colada. Educating the world on a spirit with significant colonial ties is complicated, but Rumba excels at the nuance; its hidden bar-within-a-bar, Inside Passage, ditched tiki tropes in favor of a Northwest escapist spectacle that’s completely its own thing.