They have several pop-up restaurants through out the week. Â My favorite being Pirate pizza Friday and apparently Saturday's too now.
But besides the pizza, I really like this place. Â Its got a neighborhood bar kinda feel without the creepiness of a dive bar. Its the modern day Cheers basically...and who doesn't love Cheers?
The layout is a little odd but the space is what it is. Â Its a long narrow bar with small tables against the wall and a row of tables beside the bar which are only for overflow. Every time I've sat there, the poker players arrive and I'm suddenly in their way. Â There is also a room in the back with a pool table. Â I've honestly never been back there. Â Maybe on a busy weekend people might use it. Â The jukebox has tons of classics. Â Usually a familiar tune playing when you're sippin' on your drink. Â
The same bartender is always there when I go in on various days of the week. Â I like seeing the same face. She makes great recommendations like the Pear Martini which is now my go-to drink and shes the happiest person I've ever seen working. Â So nice and always smiling. Â Love her!
Although its not a fancy cocktail lounge, they happen to make some great mixed drinks.
-1star for the smoking, although they have filters which help keep the smoke to a minimum, you still leave smelling like an ashtray.
Lots of pluses for Pals! I could go on about the drinks (seasonal cocktail menu in a diveish bar that you need to be ringed into? Yes, Please!) and the fact that there's just something so cool about ordering champagne in this kind of setting. But let's get down to the nitty gritty.
+That men's room. Oh you better believe I pranced myself right on in to see the nude chick hall o'fame. Seems like Pal's has a thing for well-endowed girls of the 60s and 70s judging by what's up there.
-and who do the ladies get? Burt Reynolds?! I think it's a Playgirl shot. Whatever it is, it's just unappealing. Again with the 70s. Or maybe that's the 80s. Either way, I must be the wrong demographic b/c I definitely have no interest in seeing Burt Reyond's wang. Come to think of it, I may be blocking it out, but his wang might not even be visible. That thick carpet of chest hair, OTOH... Mondo trauma.
+I love the curved staircase leading up to the ladies. I just don't like who's waiting for m in there.
+bar snacks. Pretzels and champagne? Helllls yeah. Dinner of champions.