It's a great, dirty, sweaty New Orleans dive bar. We arrived at midnight and the dance floor was shoulder-to-shoulder. It was loud, hot, sweaty, and awesome. The bartender was slammed, but she did a good job considering the massive amount of people ordering drinks simultaneously. The evening's drink specials were illuminated on a board behind the bar with the drink's title followed by its ingredients. The "Fruity Penis" was listed first; it's two ingredients were listed as: fruit, penis. I laughed out loud. Beers were averagely priced at $3 and an Absolut and tonic was $6. I'll definitely be back. This bar is the kind of bar that makes New Orleans what it is.
Review Source:It was sometime between 12 am and 6 am a Tuesday and they had a person checking for IDs sounds promising only thing was when I entered there was a small crowd, there was bunch of dudes singing drunk karaoke, a few wondering girls at the bar. Â Yea you guys go sing I'm fine here at the bar, everything was purely conversational, not drunk enough to fight off someone but when I leave and someone follows... Â The drinks cost more than the bars I just came from but reasonable, I would've gone back there, at least better drinks deals and more space, but there seemed like more people here.
I walked around a little looking around for a hidden room or something literally it was as big as my garage. Â I hung out a little at the bar ordered a few drinks, took a couple snapshots, conversed a little, checked out the scene, and walked out after about half an hour. Â Maybe on another night this place might be the spot but when I left the only thing I could think about was where the hell can I get a tetanus shot this late. Â I kind of liked it but not so. Â Service was friendly and environment was decent.
This place is rugged but they have what seemed like a full bar, daily drinks, and a happy hour.
Uhhhhh.... Not sure how to quantify or qualify my experience here. Let's start with back story:
My sister was visiting for the weekend, so I wanted to show her a solid night on the town that lasted till the wee hours of the morning. We started on Frenchmen, but for whatever reason it was dead.
Deciding to adventure Uptown we proceeded on a respectable bar crawl, including Delachaise, Columns, and St. Joes, however, at 3 AM the usual Uptown culprits start to raise their heads. A summary of the following dialogue:
Friends "Let's go to FMs"
Me: "No, too much broken glass"
Friends: "Let's go to Snake and Jake's"
Me: "Eh...."
Friends: "Brothers 3?"
Me: "I'm afraid I'll hit my head on the ceiling"
Friends: "The Saint!!"
Me: "I suppose I haven't been there before, I'm curious."
After entering the Saint the look on my sisters face was priceless, akin to a deer in headlights look. I kept my countenance, and we ordered a round. Things proceeded as expected ... unwanted dance grinding advances, check! uber drunk guy talking your ear off, check! Big Buck Hunter, CHECK!!! Overall I'm glad I moderately traumatized my sister and sated my curiosity in the same night.
Helpful hint: They have outdoor seating, surprisingly, which is very good to escape the smoke
I like this place a lot. Dive-y in the best way possible. It feels more like a Portland or Austin bar than the typical bar in New Orleans, which is a refreshing change when you feel like being around a crowd that is not stereotypically Bourbon Street, Tulane students, or Marigny/Bywater clientele.
The bartenders are friendly and fast, great at keeping up with the massive groups that come in here. Also, there is another bar in the back on the sweet patio. That alone probably makes this bar great.
Good prices, great location, I do wish there was more seating as slouching against a wall after standing at a dive bar for an hour kind of kills things a bit.
The Saint is Saintly. There is no dive bar to match it. Here are but a few of the factors which impel me to designate The Saint as one of the best bars ever:
1. Â Karaoke Night: Yes, other bars have karaoke nights, but rarely as pleasant as the Saint's. Owner Benji has dubbed it "Tikioki" and prepares a rotating selection of Tiki Cocktails every Tuesday. These are great, albeit labor-intensive Tiki drinks and well priced.
2. Hangover Tavern: This was gone for a while but has recently been brought back. I'm a big fan of classic country but few DJs share my fascination. Thankfully, DJ Pasta has a ridiculously large collection of the creme of the crop of country vinyl. If you want to drown your tears in your beer with some blasted atmosphere, Hangover Tavern is for you.
3. Video Games, Photobooth and Patio: Â The Saint isn't the largest space but it has some great amenities. It has a couple of classic game machines and a photobooth in one room (which serve as a good distraction at times) and also has a large enclosed patio in back that has been recently renovated. Â
4. Dog Friendliness: The Saint is very dog friendly. It has two doors at the front entrance so you can let your (well-behaved) dog roam a bit and they won't get out. And the staff are all dog lovers. With places like Half-Moon banning dogs recently (why?!), The Saint is a welcome exception.
That's it. If you prefer your bars to be Victorian and upscale, The Saint probably isn't for you. But if you like a basic, very friendly and inexpensive bar, The Saint is easily one of the best in the city.
What can I say? This is a hole in the wall, with a lot of soul! You never know what kind of music is spinning, until you walk through the door. And I have "clowned" on their dance floor many times. It's popularity can pack the house at peek hours on weekends, but the neighborhood locals (like me), venture in for short spells on any given day. It's the Saint! Cozy, dark, and sometimes rocking! It's small, but don't let it fool you, local bands perform, local star dj's, and yes a ridiculous Kareoke night (took away a star)! Â I must add, there's a plethora of trashy wenches that show up here too (minus another star). But besides that, I like it!
Review Source:Really like this place,. The location is on the spooky side, but he, makes you feel cool to go somewhere that you may not belong until you step inside this bar. Â
I gotta admit im embarrassed, I had been to this bar 4 times before I realized there was an outside patio. Â That only made this place a 1000 times better.
I been here when it was a quiet night, maybe a little early and everyone (6 people) was at the inside bar watching Jackass2.5 Â Â I been here when it was so crowded , I wished everyone was a big fan of deodorant as I am. Â Either way, everytime I came, I had a great time.
Im more of a beer drinker than anything so I cant comment on the mixed drinks but by the looks of it, they appeared to be pretty stiff.
The beer selection is decent too. Â On tap is nice, Blue Moon, Magic Hat, Abitas to name a few.
The music they play when a DJ is in has varied greatly. Â Walked in once and they were jamming to Reggae, Â another time it was a Cure night and the most recent, we were bouncing along to some NOLA Clap. Â Â I havent been here for a metal night, but im looking forward to it.
Did I mention that I really like this place?
(My review echoes the sentiment that Ana R. reflects on hers so I wont add more on the issue with their ID policies.)
What I will add is my sentiments on their staff.
I have lived in the NOLA for 3 years. In this time I have come to love the people, the food and the overall mood of the city. It is a city that enjoys its free time and its relaxed outlook on life. This is why tourists come back, (Bourbon is just an over hiped frat party). As a result, I am amazed at the way that we have been treated frequently at the Saint. In a city that thrives on its tourism it is incredible how a local bar treats foreigners. I understand and respect the need to make sure that the laws are followed. However, I cannot accept that they be used (or abused) to exclude and mistreat visitors.
That is just ignorant, and stupid.
This is my first yelp review so I'm making it a good one.
I like the saint. The music, the atmosphere, the crazy people that go have major dance parties. So why am I giving them one star? Plain and simple, I'm tired of their bull$&*# with IDs.
A couple of weeks ago me and my friends went to the Saint to end our night with our little dance party. My friend is from Puerto Rico, as am I, but he had his license from PR and was told that because its foreign he couldn't go in. First of all, get your facts straight, IT'S NOT FOREIGN. We tried to explain to the guy on the door that this wasn't foreign ID, that PR is a territory, that we don't even need a passport to come to the U.S. Mainland. But apparently The Saint is more worried about national security than the government. We eventually got in, after somebody explained to the guy on the door a little bit of U.S. history.
Yesterday again, for a friend's birthday, we decided to go the Saint after many hours of previous drinking. We go inside, and next thing we know they don't want to let our friend from Panama inside the bar because he doesn't have a passport. I know the situation is different here, because he's actually foreign, but he gave the guy two government issued IDs and he still couldn't get in. As if when you go to The Saint it's wise to carry around your passport.
What's more ridiculous as that these two guys could not look a day younger than 25. They actually are older than that. One had a beard! Yet, some people I saw going in were clearly underage, but of course they gave the guy an ID that looked somewhat legit and was "state-issued" so they got the green light.
Until the Saint changes their policy I'm not going back. For a city that gets so many foreign tourists, they should know better than to ask people to party with their passports on their pockets. Ridiculous.
This review is Lucky #666. I debated on what to review for this milestone and finally decided on The Saint.
Towards the end of a long night out, a friend suggested we try the Saint. I had heard things, but never been myself.
This was an odd place. Inside there was a room with people dancing to local rap music, and another room with a bar. We chose the bar.
Service was acceptable, and the beer was reasonably priced. We did choose PBR since it seems that drinking expensive beer in a place like this kind of misses the point. In fact, I don't even know what other beer they may or may not have.
The music was loud and primarily rap. This was perfect for me as I was able to rap along which always impresses people.
There were some interesting people in this bar. Some guy was ranting to me about some government conspiracy while another was just staring at me as if I was an alien. This was not a negative and actually made for a much more interesting experience.
I am sure I will end up here again.
Woah, the Taint.
I guess I don't hate it. Â Last time I went there, all the customers were disturbingly young. Â Mostly Tulane/Loyola students, I'm guessing?
I remember enjoying this place years ago. Â Didn't that curly-haired lady from White Zombie used to own it? Â Hm.
It's right off Magazine, but it's a bitch to get to, and easy to pass up.
I live very nearby but have never been inside, just outside many times.
I feel the need to warn readers that "The Saint" is in an extremely dangerous neighborhood, less than 2 blocks from the infamous "River Garden"; think the looting videos from Huricane Katrina days.
Couple months ago, a patron stepped outside "The Saint" for a cellphone call and was shot there by strangers.
Five, including a 3-month old baby girl were shot in a drive-by a couple blocks away earlier this year.
There are many, many better choices within a few blocks; including Jackson, Down the Hatch, Half Moon, leCitron, Cafe Roma, Parasol's, Eleven79, Sun Ray, Ugly Dog, Dino's, Rusty Nail, Brick Courtyard, Bridge Bar, Rum House, etc.
Famous "Magazine Street", with many interesting places is a little over a block away, but a world away re safety.
PLEASE, keep Yelpers safe !
A friend of mine DJs a black metal night here, so OBVIOUSLY i had to check it out. I was pretty stoked after hearing about it from my local friends, but when i walked in.... HIPSTERS?! What the fuck?! My friends quickly explained that new management was trying to turn it into a trendy dive bar, but they were doing their best to keep their watering hole and were still allowed to run their metal night, so hopefully the alternative crowd won't get run out of there.
No frills, no gimmicks, just a tiny, dark bar with taxidermy on the wall, graffiti everywhere, and.... a photo booth!? (i assume that was installed after they tried to appeal to the hipster crowd) Drinks were awesome, and i recall the special was actually $6.66 haha. After about an hour of metal most of the hipsters were weeded out, and i was even more impressed since some of them stayed and seemed to enjoy themselves. Guess i shouldn't judge a book by its cover. One hipster chick was chewing out her boyfriend for not knowing who Judas Priest is.
The tiki-esque patio area out back was totally nice to since if the music was too loud, you could just step out there to chat and warm up a bit. After consuming many MANY drinks my bf and i convinced our friends to cram into the photo booth with us. Hilarity ensued.
My star rating for this bar is based on the the category for this place: Dive Bars. Â As far as dive bars go, this one is definitely 4 star material. Â Grimy, gritty, with a low ceiling and very little signage outside to tell you what is inside. Â The music the night we went most recently was pretty good and there was actually a lot of dancing going on...which doesn't happen at a lot of dive bars. Â
Milwaukee's Best in a can. Â Need I say more? Â I don't drink this beer ironically because it's cool to drink it because it's not cool to drink it. Â I don't use my bike lock as a belt and I don't wear glasses even though I don't wear glasses. Â The Beast is fun and easy to drink and did I mention it's Dirt Cheap? Â
I will say that the only downer of the evening was the heat. Â Hot as hell in here, especially when it started getting crowded. Â
I've been before and I will go again.
Every time i end up at the saint it's really dead with maybe a few yuppies who like to get a little fiesty after a few drinks. It's weird because it certainly looks like a dive bar, but the people there don't look or act like they even enjoy going to dive bars so the atmosphere is always kind of...weird.
Most recently, I went on a thursday night and the bar was playing soft, spanish guitar music that reminded me of something middle-aged white ladies play while drinking a glass of white wine and trying to get their groove back. Â It wasn't bad, just...where are we? Is this a dive bar? Â I asked the bartender what was up with the easy listening and someone sneered, "WHAT, WOULD YOU RATHER BE LISTENING TO ~ALICE IN CHAINS~~??" Uhh...heh, ok. My man and I end up going to the patio to get away from the Mr. guitarras at the bar and the people that were already there literally roll their eyes, say "buzzkill" and all make a big show of leaving as soon as we sit down. Is this what it's like to be the unpopular kid in school? I would like to come on a day the Saint doesn't suck or the people are in a better mood, but you know..I don't really know if it's worth the effort.
Enjoyed the first time I was there in 2010. M.O.T.O. was playing on the jukebox and spend hours there all night with my wife. Reminds me of the Liar's Club back home in Chicago but with better taste. In 2011 I visited but was bummed out and bored. Prob cause with the sister-in-law and company but was also getting the weirdo-eye from 3 rednecks that probably "didn't take a liking to my kind."
I remember a Guitar Wolf DVD on the tv in 2010 if memory serves me and someone kicked Screeching Weasel full albums on the 2011 visit. Got the Undertones and some other stuff on the jukebox.
See ya in 2012 most likely.
This Place was AWESOME! Dive bars are dive bars but a dive bar that has dance parties and not old lingering men is even better! Â The photo booth was an awesome touch and the bartender was in cahoots with my intentions for the night even though my friends requested otherwise : )
As the night went on I had a harder and harder time finding the womens bathroom door handle...  seeing as it's a hole the size of your thumb... but that just meant that was a problem for the other ladies soooooo that meant the line was shorter than it would have been...  sooo  now that you know the secret you too have the advantage.
For the past couple of years, I'd been sort of stuck in a bar rut. Â If I was in town on Thursdays, I might go up to Vaughn's or over to One Eyed Jacks. Â I hung out at d.b.a, Fahys, Kangaroo Vics, Lafittes and Aunt Tiki's, sometimes I'd cab over to the Saturn Bar. Â Lather, rinse, repeat.
A friend would occasionally text me from the Saint, usually when I was far away in Connecticut.
At karaoke: 'Someone is singing your song!' (Anything Nancy Sinatra)
At dance parties: 'We are dancing to Top 40 without abandon! Â No one is judging!'
And so it went until the planets aligned and I happened to be in town to receive a text beseeching me to join him at the afformentioned canonized bar. Â I scrawled down the address with an eye pencil and took off. Â
Our cab driver was named Anan, and he wasn't too keen on dropping us off in 'that' neighborhood. Â We looked like nice enough ladies. Â Did we REALLY know the guy we were meeting out there? Â Did we have dinner yet? Â How many times had I been to New Orleans? Â Wouldn't we prefer the 1/4? Â
Kerblah.
I gently explained to Anan that we weren't as nice as we looked, I've known my malefriend for three years, I'm full from Rock n' Sake earlier in the evening, I've been to New Orleans too many times to count, no I don't want to go to the .25
Then I recited all the words in Arabic I'd learned whilst in Egypt. Â Dirty words. Â Not 'nice girl' words.
Boo-yah! Â
Anan was confident that we would be alright on our own, and no sooner had he established that, we arrived. Â M and I wished him well and skootched our asses out and into the bar.
'The Saint' was everything I had hoped it would be. Â Dirty and dive-y with cheap beers in bottles and ::::be still my heart:::: A F-ING PHOTOBOOTH!
Yes, I suppose it can be called hipster-y, but so could any bar with PBR or High Life and a gaggle of young folks. Â I used to live in Brooklyn. Â Hipsters there wouldn't be caught dead dancing to a top 40 soundtrack with such reckless abandon. Â New Orleans 'hipsters' are refreshing (not necessarily 'fresh', but that's to be expected for someplace so humid).
I'd no sooner downed my first 'High Life' when my friend pointed out someone dancing and wildly gesticulating in my direction. Â ANAN!!! Â
Before I could reach him (had to get another beer. Â PRIORITIES, people!) he'd amassed a litter of people around him, all gyrating along to the latest Katy Perry tune. Â I stood back and admired the scene, happy to have found such a lovely place filled with nice people. Â Sure, the cigarette smoke can be a little much and the bathrooms are far from antiseptic, but it's fun.
You're fun too. Â See you there.
Ha. Â My friend said that this bar was located in "sketch ville".
I had never been before tonight. Â Maybe I had, but I sure don't remember it. Â
Cool bar, from what I could tell. Â I got a beer and headed to the back. Â Nice and dark back there. Â Private, just how I like it. Â It's nice to know a place like this is uptown.
I'd definitely go back. Â The people seem nice and I like the atmosphere. Â One of the places where you can just be left alone if you want.
What a S**t hole, really, the definition of the dive bar, and its really the model for NOLA dive bars. Smokey, small, dirty, and filled with a range of rummies, hipsters, and dirtbags. I love this place! Don't go too early, The photo booth is also fun, especially with properly motivated and lubricated subjects.
Myself I prefer the patio as its less smokey, but watch out for the vomit that may be hiding in the shadows!
Photobooth. DIrtbags. Collard-shirt-types who brag loudly about "slumming it"
I love being slightly plastered, dancing until I am woozy, and high-fiving strangers. The bartenders pour pretty heavily, and the regulars are slightly friendly..
I really love the new backyard area. It is brilliantly decorated in a "crap we found in the props department of sea world" kind of way. I sit back there sometimes and just LOVE to listen to the madness of inside, as well as people watch.
Minus 1 star because the potties are usually occupied for long periods of time. GRRRRRR.
Okay, to be clear, my 5 star rating is IF what you seek is an awesome dive bar that ebbs and flows between music venue and a wreck of dimly lit space that includes a sizable back patio. Â If you aren't into dive bars, then my review will not serve you.
I heart The Saint. Â It's tiny, it's dirty, it's loud, and it's a little hard to find for the uninitiated. Â Go and seek it out. Â You may catch karaoke or not. Â Local live music or not. Â Or just a zombie movie. Â Really, do any of those options sound bad to you?
So I went to a party there for the first time recently and it definitely wasn't what I expected. Really not my scene. Its hardcore dive bar and I'm really not diver lol. They seem to have some cool drinks like a tikoke, which was cool. They also have karaoke, but I wasn't feeling the selection. No prince Darling Nikki means me no likey.
What I thought was cool was the fact they had a whole section of video games, I could probably do that for hours.
Ooh, I kind of love this place. I've only been there once so I can only vouch for the bartender we had but it was a great time. It was pretty empty when we walked in, got some cheap beers and shots and checked the place out. The bartender ended up telling us about some crazy random string of incidents that had happened about 5 minutes before we walked in. I won't bore with the details, but it was a hilarious story and I was not surprised at all to hear that these sort of things happen at the Saint.
Great jukebox with Screeching Weasel and tons of other stuff I haven't listened to in about ten years. Photo booth, centipede/milipede, table seating, comfortable bar to sit at, lots of cool crap to look at on the walls. Will definitely go back.
Be warned, this Lower Garden District dive bar is hard core, very, hard core...
This place personifies the amount of hard work it takes to be a proper hipster - it was fun watching the regulars work hard to display the look of  "I'm so cool I have drink/hang out in the most inhospitable environment I can find".
I guess in the end, to each their own, but be warned this place is very hard core and will raise the eyebrows a few times-
Hipster city, U.S.A.
Yes, there's BO.
Yes, the bartenders are jerks.
Yes, there's pretention everywhere you look.
Yes, some of the bands are AWFUL. ("Art Rock" my ass.)
Yes, there's video games.
Yes, there's a photo booth.
Yes, there's good DJ's.
Yes, there's fairly priced drinks.
Yes, there's a good time to be had. Just know what you're getting yourself into.
Yes to inattentive bartenders, crusty punks, DJs who can't beat match and broken speakers that crackle feedback and hurt your ears. But hey, I love the expensive photobooth and having the champagne of beers poured down my boots (true dat.. twice). No lie, it's a fucking dance party all day err weekend and you will enjoy yourself. I've had too many cigarettes and been recognized too many times from dancing up a storm here to not be a fan.
Review Source:..And this is where the crusties go.
Bad service and wicked BO. Â 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!
My brother's friend's way of summing this bar up? Â "It's kind of like walking into 3 am, no matter what time you arrive."
This bar is awesome. Â It's a dive, but a dive with distinct character. Â Much of it is random (photobooth? random arcade games?), but some of the wall "art" is somewhat themed (saints). Â Still, all the windows are darkened, and you know that this place wouldn't pass Code anywhere else in the country. Â 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. Â A fat cat had staked out his place at the bar and didn't budge, even as Abita was being pushed around him. Â One giant dog came in and headed straight for the arcade game, lifted his leg, and peed all over it. Â He then proceeded to chase after a female dog. Â 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.
I went to this bar after hearing that my 7th grade crush, Sean Yseult from White Zombie, owned it. Â 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. Â You'll always meet some characters in there. Â I've seen a guy get bit by a dog, been offered weed and had a few shots bought for me at this bar. Â 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.
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