Friends told me to meet them there. I ordered a red bull from the bar because I was driving. Then walked to the back of the restaurant where they apparently have an exit. A white bouncer with a Mohawk walks up to me and yells" You can't fucking use that door, and you can't fucking bring that back here!" Pointing at my red bull. I told him I just purchased it from the bar and he "guided" me towards the front by shoving me.
My group finally decided to leave. As I walk out the exit he smiles at my wife, then looks at me and yells," HEY YOU CAN'T FUCKING BRING THAT OUTSIDE!" Pointing at my red bull. I looked around for a table or place to set it down. I decided to just drop it and walked out. He yelled," Don't expect to ever fucking come back here!"
Honestly I could care less about that place. If you are not a girl expect to be harassed. The bouncer clearly is not there for the customer service. If he gets bored expect a bad time. I'm definitely not recommending this place to anyone who has any amount of self respect.
in actuality probably 3.5. This place is alright. I think they did well with the ambience and decor. The staff was friendly and prompt to get drinks going, however, a little slower to close out the tab. By word of mouth I heard they had good prices; 10 bucks for two (no-li) drinks is nothing to write home about. The clientele is a little more "tap out" than I thought it would be. Overall it's nice enough, just not my preference. Also if your going to show ESPN, just show ESPN in color. If your gonna do black and white you might as well show something more suited, like the Maltese Falcon. My 2 cents.
Review Source:After my last review, I received an email from the Blind Buck apologizing for my sub-par visit to their establishment, additionally asking if I'd consider coming in for a few rounds (on the house) in the hopes that they could improve upon my experience. My husband and I decided to take them up on the offer and heave ourselves out into public for some overdue socializing. We arrived around 9 pm and introduced ourselves to Vicky and made ourselves comfortable at the bar with a couple of Unicorns - a variation of the Moscow Mule with raspberry vodka. (Which I am not at all ashamed to admit that I'm a total sucker for.)
The drinks were good. Tasty and stiff, (that's what she said) but not panties-on-the-ceiling fan stiff .. after about 20 minutes, the previously-sparse crowd expanded and the volume was as intolerable as last time. It's not the fault of the Blind Buck (Note: I never suggested that the decibel level was the fault of the bar, only it's patrons.) it's just the corner of town they've landed in and the recent closure of "those" kinds of establishments. You know the sort, don't you? The loud bard with women adorned with more makeup, spray tan and sequins per capita than all of New Jersey AND Las Vegas combined, while the men are decked to the nines in their tightest t-shirts and hair gel for days.
So many local club-esque bars have closed lately that one must wonder; judging by the number of patrons seen loitering (read: drunken breakup fights!) outside every time I passed by, where they ran afoul.
The Blind Buck fills the void left by those joints, if only geographilcally. They were completely SLAMMED. I'm talking shoulder-to-shoulder, Ed Hardy, glitter, sunglasses inside, all of it. I fail to understand how these other businesses were unsustainable with the amount of people congregating there on the regular.
Irrelevant, but weird: At one point, a customer reached between my husband and myself to grab the menu from the bar in front of me and stayed bent forward to read it. (Please remember that I mentioned in my last review: I'm an asshole, and I'm comfortable with it.) I looked him square in the eye, gave him a solid deadpan expression and said, "Oh. I'm sorry. Am I in your way" with as little inflection as possible. I wouldn't want him to miss out on my heavy sarcasm! Â He was already drunk and incapable of observing standard social norms like "body space awareness" or "not being in my body space" or ... never mind, I've officially belabored the point that homeboy was too close to me.
It's a drinking crowd, and they're all trying to get drunk. Make no mistake, I'm not judging, it just isn't my scene. I'm happy, regardless of the crowd, that they've opened to such a warm reception. I am from here: born in Spokane, grew up in Spokane, moved away for a minute and returned to embrace it .. I LOVE to see local businesses thrive. It's a benefit to everyone. Four stars to the Blind buck - two for the wonderfully executed design, one for the make-it-right attitude of the owners and my husband insists that I add one for the self-replenishing bowls of Goldfish crackers. For whatever reason, they go perfect with drinking.
Despite being pleased for spending only $6 or so for as many drinks, I still left feeling perplexed by the two wall-mounted TVs (I don't want to watch reruns of Family Guy in black and white) and with ringing ears from the ridiculously loud customers.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?!
Stopped in here on Saturday night with a couple friends. Â Had been looking forward to seeing the final product and what the place was finally going to look like after talking to Ryan about it. Â This place is just great! Very chill and laid back, not to big of a place where you get lost in and the service was second to none! Vicky was very friendly along with her sister and the other bartender. Â Everyone that I walked to that worked there took the time to chat and make you feel like an important customer.
They have a really good selection of beer and the prices are very reasonable.  My buddy ordered a couple mixed drinks and had no complaints at all.  The décor is amazing, very classy.  Loved the goldfish idea too, nice to snack on those while your having a few drinks.  I will for sure be going back and I highly recommend this place to anyone looking to go to a place that isn't like the norm when it comes to bars.