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Dear The Saint,
You're probably too cool to read your Yelp reviews, but I will be back for Halloween. I plan on flooding your jukebox with Slayer, eating out your stock of Zapp's chips, and drinking 10 gin & tonics and 6 Hi-lifes between the hours of 1 and 5AM. See you soon.
Love,
One of Those Guys Who Lived Down the Block
..And this is where the crusties go.
Bad service and wicked BO. I'm standing at the bar with a twenty and a goofy smile on my face for ten minutes, no service, and the barkeep is chatting away, deliberately ignoring me-- I shouldn't have to spill ice on the bar just to get some acknowledgment. I tip 80% b/c I'm a bartender, too, slob. It's a whiskey and coke, not a goddamned pina colada! Get to work.
And for the love of Christ, The Saint, stick with DJ's that know what they're doing. Our whole group was wincing as we heard DEVO being stupidly scratched over, then slammed sloppily with A-side Billy Idol. Fuggin' amateur..
And will somebody fix me a goddamned drink!?! Jeezus!
this is a fun place... love the photobooth. the bartenders are all good folks, and the drinks are cheap. some of the clientele seem to think they're above some of us... I however, dealt with one punkass kid, who decided to call me mom... ??? I guess it was supposed to be an insult, or scare me away... about the third time he did it? I pointed at him and said, "Yeah... now I remember you.... weren't you that abortion I had back about 16 years ago?" good to see ya fetus! With that? I fit right in. Fetus got out of my face, and the bartenders wanted to kick his ass, but I was enjoying harrassing him. LOL
loud, punk, youngsters, hipsters, and drinkers... reminded me of back in the grunge days in seattle.
Newly one of my favorites in NOLA. The outdoor patio is just fantastic and I could think of no better place to spend an irresponsible Sunday night.
Best bar in New Orleans. Walking distance from the hostel we were staying in, and the coolest staff we met. The photobooth was best, and fits approximately 12 people. The band playing was great music. I had no complaints. I'll be back.
I am not cool enough for this bar. The first time I went I was too young, so props to the Saint for keeping sixteen year olds out. (+1 star) On my second visit, people kept saying Christina Ricci had just left, which killed all hopes of conversation (-1 star), but the jukebox had a good selection (+1 star). On the third visit, after leaving the bar, members from the band I accompanied found a bag of something on Annunciation, which they later proceeded to smoke, (-1 star) which ended my hanging out with certain members of certain bands and people who will smoke things they find on the side of the road (+1 star). The third time is a blur (+1 star). My fourth visit will be when I take my moved-to-LA friend when she comes for a visit and she'll decide this is the coolest place ever because she's oh-so-hip (+1 star). And that is why the Saint gets 3 instead of 2 stars: I'll take my hipster friends here, but I'll never be cool enough to fit into this crowd.
My brother's friend's way of summing this bar up? "It's kind of like walking into 3 am, no matter what time you arrive."
This bar is awesome. It's a dive, but a dive with distinct character. Much of it is random (photobooth? random arcade games?), but some of the wall "art" is somewhat themed (saints). Still, all the windows are darkened, and you know that this place wouldn't pass Code anywhere else in the country. The men's bathrooom may just be the most horrifying thing I have ever seen, but somehow you laugh it off and claim it has "character."
I particularly liked the assorted crew of neighborhood animals. A fat cat had staked out his place at the bar and didn't budge, even as Abita was being pushed around him. One giant dog came in and headed straight for the arcade game, lifted his leg, and peed all over it. He then proceeded to chase after a female dog. But the owners just laughed.
It might not exactly be sanitary, but you should be ordering bottled beer anyway, so who cares about whether it's sanitary.
I liked the presence of a pool table, and the music choices are as varied as the crowd.
My favorite bar in New Orleans... hands down. I love the cat that lives there and sits on the bar all night, and it has my favorite photobooth. You really never know what to expect when you walk in the door.
I went to this bar after hearing that my 7th grade crush, Sean Yseult from White Zombie, owned it. It was recently sold to this fellow I met the other night, but not much is going to change.
It's a great, smoky dive w/ one of the best $4 photo booths around. You'll always meet some characters in there. I've seen a guy get bit by a dog, been offered weed and had a few shots bought for me at this bar. One of my faves.
This place is a total dive bar! And guess what, I love it!
This place is almost always my last stop on the way home. And the later you get there, the better. Dirty, drab but full of interesting characters, you can down cheap drinks with rocket scientists to tattooed punk rockers while playing video games or listening to the ecclectic music collection or watching a GG Allin documentary. Don't come before midnight as the crowd doesn't become interesting until then.
If you are looking for a strange and weird little neighborhood bar that attracts a different crowd and is open 'til sunrise, then come to the Saint. A lot of people won't like the scene there but if you're kewl about trying different things, you might find that you like the place...
When it's 5 a.m. on a Sunday night (well, okay, Monday morning) and you've got three hours until your flight, and only a few extra ducats in your pocket, you arrive on the doorstep of the Saint hoping for some reverie.
You bust open the door expecting no-one except the bartender, and instead tumble into the coolest rumpus room this side of a Peoria track home basement. Heavy metal, punk rock and Michael Jackson's "Off the Wall" grace the jukebox and whiskey and High Life are the drinks of choice.
Oh Saint, thank you for coming back. Thank you for re-illuminating your neon. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Hipsters unite! I've never had a good time at The Taint, despite several people's attempts top tell me otherwise. I'm not impressed by the apathy here, or the dirty-headed Garden District crapfest of regular clientele. Boo.
I've been dragged here twice, while passing through NOLA a few times on my way driving cross-country, & I'm officially declaring it one of the most awesome bars in the land. A great place to be at 4am. If I could pick it up & move it to San Fran (or maybe just clone it), I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Abba and Black Sabath on the same Juke, Playing pinball, drinking sake with friends in a strange little bar that has a lodge like fell. And the photo booth .... I lived only 2 blocks from there. Luckily I moved away just months before Katrina and the flood.
Be seen where the hipsters and the wannabe-rockstars go. Located on the fringes of Uptown NOLA and owned by Sean of White Zombie fame, this little bar speaks to the minimalist in all of us. High Life is the poison of choice and while you're there, enjoy one of their high-quality corndogs. A rocking jukebox and...interesting patronage make this the place to go after one a.m.
my favorite bar in new orleans. it's a total dive, but give me dive over fanct any day. cocktailed until 6am one time... also love that more than 50% of reviews are california-based.
New Orleans, LA
Category: Bars
New Orleans, LA
Category: Nightlife
New Orleans, LA
Category: Pubs
New Orleans, LA
Category: Nightlife
New Orleans, LA
Category: Nightlife
