What an adorable, little pub. We walked in to find live music, a bartender who made me a helluva dirty martini, and surprise, there's a cellar bar they call Ollie's Room that you can reserve for parties and other such gatherings. The pub is small-ish, but didn't feel cramped. And yay, it's not a dive! This area is really flourishing and Oscars is a lovely place with a chilled out, hip vibe. Nothing pretentious, just a cool place to spend time with friends.
Review Source:Oscar's is, at heart, a neighborhood bar (if you figure that the neighborhood in question is the Camp Bowie area), and plays as such: friendly -- folksy even somewhat -- and when I wandered in on a night when the city was expecting a spate of inclement (intense, if brief) weather, I was curious to sort out what this place was all about.
There's a small but mostly local (read: Rahr forward) beer selection on tap, but an interesting but not particularly quirky selection of brews happening in the cooler. On this night, the weather was dicey enough that I opted to camp out with a giant Saporro, throw some tunes on the jukebox, and see how things turned out. I really do genuinely hate the current state of the electronic jukebox industry, FWIW, and that's happening here, but I found a few tunes to tide me over until my beer and the weather left. Staff was friendly enough, and I wasn't ordering anything complex, and this night included what appeared to be a team full of bar sponsored weekend warriors. Soccer? Softball? I never asked. But a decent spot nonetheless for a late night local casual sip.
As much as I don't enjoy giving one star to a place that only has one other review (at the time of this writing), if one star means I'd never go back, then I guess the shoe fits.
Exchange on a Saturday night . . .
Bartender: "Hi, what can I get you?"
Me: "Manhattan, Maker's Mark, Up."
Bartender: "A Manhattan is made with rye whiskey."
Me: [Internal dialogue, with furtive glances over my shoulder: What just happened? Did the bartender just tell me how I should order my drink?] "Uhm, Ok, rye then." [... and don't worry about how I asked for top-shelf to begin with]
Bartender: "We don't have any rye (down here in the 'Ollie Room')."
At this point, I thought, "Wow, what a pretentious douche nozzle. You took the opportunity to impress me with your Bartending Academy knowledge, differentiating Rye Whiskey from Bourbon whiskey, just to let me know you don't even have what you were scolding me to order!?"
Herr Mixologist made me something else (she clearly wasn't going to debase the bartender profession by making a whiskey Manhattan, even said whiskey I asked for was right behind her) and I humbly slinked away to drink the Nectar of the Gods. Even though I've been drinking longer than she'd been alive, I felt lucky to hold in my hand the Divine Goblet, sent down from Olympus by Bacchus himself, an alchemy concoction combining Unicorn Tears and Tinkberball Milk that I'm clearly too inexperienced to have ever imagined on my own.
Then I tabbed-out and went to a bar which makes drinks as specified by the customer (which is pretty much every other bar in FW). Pro tip: If someone likes his/her Manhattan with Kentucky bourbon whiskey, let it go, man.
I had such a good time here with my girlfriends. It's a nice place to just sit, chat, and order drinks. Christine, our bartender, was amazing!! It's very convenient because my friend lives within walking distance and we were able to enjoy ourselves without worries. There were quite a few people there for a Tuesday night. Definitely will come here again!
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