Because nothing says live Jazz like Tex-Mex and Pasta (though, not fusion, because that would just be insane), 107 West eschews the we-need-a-word-name ethos of its resto compatriots in favour of the oft-popular address moniker. However, the beauty of this local favourite lies in the fact that it's an offshoot. Sure, the original was at 107 West, but not this favorite son. The confounding name lends an esoteric air to an otherwise inclusive joint. Dig? Yeah, me neither.