Love love love this place. Â Best part about coming here is bringing a newbie to it. Â Especially if they are of the nervous paranoid type or are super drunk or snobby. Â Just seeing it from the outside will freak any of them people out, once they get inside and let the eyes adjust to the red lighting, it becomes apparent. Â This place is awesome.
Elaine the bartender is a complete trip. Â And she REALLY loves the Jaegermiester. Oofa.
Very nice beer selection. Â Sometimes there is guy that walks around selling food wrapped in foil. Â Kinda funny because when he brings it out, he holds it close to his body, sometimes even looking like he is hiding it under his shirt before handing you the foil hot dog. Â Or foil burger, or mystery foil meat. Â What ever it is, the gringos love it! hehe
The more you come here, the more things you notice besides the high rise Pee Wee Herman shoes or hidden food sales. Â Like a cool little place to charge and hide your flip phone in the wall paper. Â
Love this place!
OK- I must say I was always intrigued by this place... I used to live only a few blocks away, but it's not the type of place you want to wander into alone, so it took me awhile to rally the troops. The first two times with a big group I enjoyed the creepy, run-down charm of the place and its patrons (probably because we were A. drunk B. within walking distance from home and C. drunk...) But since then every time I've gone I'm sitting on a broken bar stool with the spring sticking up my ass and this mean spirited bartender is always giving me attitude. I'm sorry, it's 4 AM, can I PLEASE have an Abita AND a water without you rolling your eyes and flipping your hair in my face? I'm dehydrated! PLEASE? And I don't know why, but I saw this sudden onslaught of negativity as a challenge to win her over... maybe she's having an off night, maybe she deserves a second chance? But my attempt to befriend this awful human was fruitless... she continued to carry out this superior attitude and I left feeling beaten, sad and confused... If it wasn't for this creature I would probably still enjoy an adventurous end to the evening at this diviest of dives (seriously how is the ceiling still intact?)
Review Source:Great dive bar! Reminded me of the best dive bar of all time, the Intrepid Fox, especially the bathrooms. If you're a girl, know that there is a special bathroom WITH A DOOR somewhere in back. I had to go so bad that I was willing to give the sketchy guys bathroom a shot with a friend guarding the door when a VERY kind gentleman stopped me and showed me where the girls bathroom was. Thank God!
Review Source:I can't decide whether to give Snakes one star or five, so I am choosing to honor its divey spirit with one star.
I'm pretty sure Snakes is an aluminum shack that someone converted into a bar. It has no sign. The inside has incrementally shrunk over the years due to ever-increasing solidified layers of saliva, urine, vomit, smoke, sweat, and probably cocaine. The cracked pleather couches occasionally double as toilets. If you go in, you will come out with a visible layer of stale stink surrounding you like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. Someone will probably fall on you while you're inside.
It's also really great. It's the kind of place that people talk about missing when they're older and have kids, the kind of place that HAS to be bribing someone in order to remain open. It's fabulously dirty and it revels in it. It's the bar equivalent of your dirty old uncle who makes Thanksgiving much more interesting.
Do not go here sober. If you go here sober, get very drunk immediately.
The definitive dive bar, I have tried to explain this place before and even I didn't believe it was real, like something out of  Diagon Alley.
It looks like a shed in some random dude's backyard, but in a good way. I think there was a tree growing through the middle, but I don't even know anymore.
Wait...How did we get here? We walked? What time is it? That's a ridiculous time to be out! This is a conversation I have had almost every time I have had the pleasure of finding myself at Snake and Jake's. I enjoy this place in a way that one can enjoy a place at 4am. I have sung Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of my lungs, had conversations about the future of NASA, pulled practical jokes on people, calmed down members of a bridal party (friends and people I have never met), and cried with strangers at this bar. People are usually very friendly here, but treat those who you meet (I'm talking about staff) with respect. The staff can be extremely friendly and helpful when you treat them as they should be. It is not the easiest thing to get a cab to come out at 5:30am, so tell your friend to chill; they are doing the best they can. This is a great bar, especially late at night, to see some true NOLA colors.
Review Source:Having recently moved from the Bywater where there are cool hole in the wall drinking establishments everywhere, I was excited to find this little hole in the wall just walking distance from our new house. Unfortunately that is where the excitement stops.
3 things would make this place fantastic.
1. There are no draft beers. Say what??? That totally sucked because I can go to Rouses and pick up a 6 pack of beer for like $8 and hang out on my front porch where I don't have to deal with all the smoke. Which brings me to #2...
2. The beers were $4 each for a BOTTLE. That's not cheap at all! We expected with a dive like this that the beers would be $3 tops. $10 for 2 beers with tips out of a bottle,not cool at all.
3.Like so many other places in NOLA, they really need to ditch the smoking. The place is too small and after just one drink we left smelling like an ash tray.
I will say that the place had 2 resident dogs which was sweet, the only lighting was with Red Christmas lights which was cool, and the people hanging out were kinda hipster, laid back groups or couples talking and having a good time. I liked the vibe- just not at $4 for a bottled beer.
We left and went down the street to the corner of Carrollton and St. Charles and paid $4 for a draft beer and while that place lacked the strange NOLA charm of this place, the beer was ever so much better!
Once you get past the long valet lines, the velvet ropes, and the exclusive guest list full of A-listers that Jacques controls with an iron fist, you enter a world of models, bottle service, and professional DJs. Â Wait, wrong place....
Saying this place is a dive bar is like saying Wynn Las Vegas is 'a hotel with a pool'....it just doesn't even come close to doing it justice.
Came here late after the Super Bowl, and, since the Niners lost, I really wanted to get away from Ravens fans (how many times must I hear "Ray Lewis didn't kill anyone!"? Â Well, mission accomplished! Â The first thing that sticks out is "How did they get this place so sh*tty looking? Â And how is it still standing?" Â I don't know the answer to either of these, but the place is fun, friendly, and cheap. Â Don't be surprised if there are stray animals (or bullets) that go through this place during your visit...but my group had a great time.
One last word of advice....it can be hard to get a cab back from here....I ended up waiting so long for one that I had to go straight to the airport from the bar....that was a delightful trip home!! Â This is a serious dive and a seriously fun, last stop kind of place!
What can I say? I love this place--it defines hole in the wall, but you get what you pay for; the drinks are DIRT cheap. Both the bartenders and the clientele were friendly, with a strong hipster vibe running through the place so as to not be too sketchy.
It's not for everyone, but if you like dive bars (and I really do), it's hell of a good time.
It's very easy to miss this place if you're walking past. We only knew to go in because we had looked it up before we left. It's an innocuous building set on a residential street.
Inside is awesome, its all dimly lit by some red lights and candles and the ceiling hangs so low your head almost scrapes it. The drinks are ridiculously cheap and the staff there are super nice and very friendly. You can get pretty drunk there and only spend a very small amount of money.
We got there around 930 on a Monday night and there weren't heaps of people there, but by the time we left at 1130 it was pretty much packed.
We were going to walk back but the bartender advised us against it and was even willing to give us a lift back to where we were staying, which was super super nice of her.
It's a really awesome dive bar and definitely worth the visit.
Despite hazy memories, this is the kind of place that leaves an impression. It might be more of a residual feeling. It might be mostly a shudder. For some. Hangovers for all. Pretty sure about that.
For this one over here, it's a sigh of appreciation for the legendary late night dive. "Ahhh Snake and Jake's... you dark and smokey shack of shots and beers..."
Aye! Here comes the shudder- why did we stay there over three hours?!
The Ghosts of Christmas Club past, present, and future all point to scenes of us jolted from our inebriety with a shock, "What's wit these chirpy birds? The sun's coming up?!"
A few weeks ago as we were headed in, a dude comes staggering out and salutes us with a garbled, "Hhheere comes trouble!" I took it as a friendly fun drunken greeting, but it could have been a literal warning too, as in, take heed: "Beware. Beware the Snake and Jakes!" Take it either way: Lively or perilous. Both are accurate depictions of a long night at this shed, gettin Christmas lit.
12 Facts About Snake & Jake's. It's Christmas [Club Lounge], after all.
1. It is the best dive bar in existence.*
2. It has the best dive bar name in existence.
3. You drink for free if you are naked.
4. I've only seen guys take advantage of this.
5. It isn't pretty.**
6. I don't know if I've ever been there before 3 am.
7. It embodies that saying, "Nothing good happens after 2 am."
8. Don't leave with anyone you meet here.
9. Your decision-making skills are impaired.
10. They probably have a gun.
11. Nobody will ever see you again.
12. This is New Orleans, and I love it.
____________
*Undisputed, now that Mars Bar is no more.
**I suppose this depends on your taste.
Snake and Jake's is a tin shack with Christmas lights. Literally. In a residential neighborhood--I took some family here and they were shocked that a bar could be in someone's front yard.
It tends to go through several incarnations throughout the night. It's local-y in the early hours (probably up to about 11), and starts picking up thereafter with people hanging out. There tends to be a lull around 1-3 between people who are hanging out at snake's for the evening, and people who are coming there on their last stop on a long night of partying. HINT: This latest crowd is younger kids and not terribly fun to be around. Leave by 3 (or 4) and you'll avoid most of the douchiness and possible fights.
Super cheap...I had never seen Schlittz before but it tastes about what it sounds like and that's a-okay. If you're a chick, there will probably be some dudes willing to buy you drinks, just depends on how willing you are to accept drinks from skeezy dudes.
I totally love this place actually, it has been home to many an awesome night in NOLA. The reason it doesn't get 5 stars is that sometimes there's just an off night that is not terribly fun. It's always a good place to go and have a drink by yourself at the bar, if you're into that thing. But sometimes there's just not enough of a crowd to have a really good time, at least in my opinion. It is small though, so that's understandable.
Also, you will leave this place smelling like an ashtray. That's true of most places in NOLA, of course. It gets into your skin.
All in all a super cool place to hang out, near perfection.
OH, and if you see someone sitting on the couch by themselves, seriously go talk to them. They are hands down the coolest person in the bar.
In a city known for its dive bars, this particular dive bar puts them all to shame. Â Sketchy doesn't even begin to describe what you will experience at Snake's. Â I learned about this famed uptown instiution while in college when I overheard a friend talking about all the ways you could drink for free in certain NOLA bars. Â One way was to drink naked at Igor's. Â The other was apparently to get shot inside Snake's. Â The story went that a woman was shot inside Snake's and as payment, recieved free drinks for life. Â The authenticity of that story is left for you to figure out.
You might think this is an abandoned building awaiting demolition as you first pass it. Â Hop inside to find a lively crowd in a low ceiling bar adorned with lot of hangling lights. Â Couches adorn the wall to your right as you walk in but sit in them at your own risk. Â The bartenders are always freindly and the patrons even more so. Â Its a great mix of people, all with a great story or two to share. Â The drink of choice here is a cold can of Shlitz but they have a full stocked bar should your heart desire something more 'refined'. Â
The only thing more adventurous than actually entering the bar is using the restrooms, which many o' times have staged scenes I'm not sure I could even think up. Â Leave your pretentions and cares at the door and your sure to leave with a few memorable experiences.
Enter a sketchy side door on an otherwise quiet part of Oak St and you are sucked into a time capsule. Suddenly you are in your friends dingy basement. Â A low lit room with a low panel ceiling and colorful lights strung about to set the mood. Â A couple kitchen chairs and a small love seat with a coffee table next to a long bar. Â An eclectic crowd mixed with locals. Â In the cloud of smoke you might see a familiar face in the distance. Â If you need to drain your snake, follow the bar to the meat freezer plastic strip curtain and try not to touch anything.
Next time you're in town, bring a sharpie and maybe a joint, and stop by your friend Jakes.
Another Nola gem.
This place is in an unassuming residential back street, and as others have said, looks like a garage. Being from the North, I am not used to as many outgoing people as there are in Nola.
Plenty of interesting characters and conversations to be had at this place.
If I had an ideal vision of a dive bar, this would be the diviest of all possible dive bars.
I hesitate to write a review.. it feels like exposing a secret. I like to keep the local special things just that.. secret..
But this place is a gem. It's the ultimate dive bar.. perhaps my favorite in the city. It's very local.. the staff is sometimes friendly, and always heavy handed with the pouring. It'll shock you how cheap it is.
Smoky, dark, and a great place to go late at night.
We LOVE it.
I've been to Snake and Jake's about a handful of times and can say that I don't really remember much from it except for the fact that it's probably the diviest of dives. I think it's someone's garage. I don't believe there is a sign on the front except for Christmas lights.
Apparently, people drink Schlitz when they come here. I hear if you are naked, you get a free tab, but don't know how true that is.
There are definitely some interesting people that come here, mostly hipsters. The music is very hipster-y. I enjoy over-hearing people's conversations when I come here....quite humorous.
Usually, this is a late-late night place. Like after 3 am and you are still looking for something to do place.
Just one thing: Don't come here sober. I did that once....It's a totally different experience.
Snake and Jake's is legendary.
I have been wanting to come here since I was old enough to drive. Unfortunately I didn't have GPS back then and could never find it. It could also be that I was already too loaded to walk here from Waldo's, but I digress.
On a recent night out in the city, I learned my friend had never been here either. We both agreed this would be the night we lost our Snake and Jake's virginity and off we went.
Like others have said, this bar oozes dive bar greatness. It has no sign, appears to be a shed and gets its light from Christmas lights and a Shlitz globe.
The bar is incredibly dark. This is probably a good thing if you are only moderately attractive. The darkness coupled with the heavy alcohol consumption should increase your chances of meeting someone.
The bartenders were friendly and drinks were reasonable. The bar was far too smokey, but it is a serious dive. Waking up the next day reeking of smoke is part of the experience.
The highlight of the experience was sitting on the couch by the front door. The couch was super low to the ground and comfy. The problem is that it was so dark, I couldn't see how clean it was. I always worry about couches in bars since drinking and other activity sometimes go hand in hand. If I were a lady, I would use care sitting on this couch. It may be difficult to explain getting pregnant from sitting on a couch. Of course I am a dude so I was safe.
So why the three star review? It was so smokey that it was almost unbearable. I do think the rating will improve on future trips.
Warning: this is a shit hole of a bar. It's hard to find, the floors are dirty and the people are slippery. It's the kind of shack where people used to drink before "regulations" and "standards" became so annoyingly ubiquitous. The only rule here is that you come as you are, unless you're wearing an Ed Hardy shirt, in which case you should, in fact, not come as you are.
I really, really like this place.
My new neighborhood bar, I am proud to say. Found it on a walk to Carrollton and thought at first it was a garage. Peeked in and saw a fabulous woman smoking a cigarette in a long Cruella Deville-type holder, sitting at a bar being served a martini and knew where we would be later that night, when the Thirst was upon us.
A TV in the corner and a couch against the wall add to the "basement bunker" vibe but the bar - the physical bar itself, is wider and longer than your average bar. It's like space has been stretched on the inside, like in "House of Leaves" or something - how can all THAT fit in THIS little shack?
It was quiet as it was early when we arrived. Had a nice chat with the bartenderess, who made me a lovely, buttery, cheap hot toddy, followed by an awkward chat with the very drunk fellow to our right, and then off we went on our merry little collective way.
New favorite bar.
Snake and Jake's gets 2 stars from me. Â We went on Christmas Eve for drinks after a party. Â Needless to say, we didn't get any as it was too smokey. Â My husband took one step in and turned around. Â I went all the way in, but had to hold my breath on the way out. Â When we arrived, we saw a guy smoking outside, so we thought, hey, great, maybie it's not so smoky. Â Boy were we wrong. Â I give them 2 stars for the great walk from my home to its location and the pretty houses we passed. Â So, they really don't GET any stars, as we never drank here, we were only turned away by the other peoples smoke...
I would give more stars if indeed I smoked and could enjoy the carbon monoxide haven that is Jake's.
I never reviewed Snake's? WTF is wrong with me?
This is my favorite of all favorites, dive bar.
Oh how I like you Snake and on occasion Jake (when he is there)..
My chihuahua frequents here more then I do.
I've been in here in my pajamas.
Ice cold cheap ass fuck Schlitz.
I wonder how much their electric bill costs.
You can always find someone you know in here.
I wonder what the place looks like with the lights on.
Wait don't turn the lights on, I'm looking like crap right now.
Oh okay, Christmas lights.
"How the Scott Loved Snake and Jake's"
Every Whodat
Down in Whodat-ville
Liked the Christmas Club den...
But the Scott,
Who lived just Uptown of Whodat-ville,
Had NEVER been!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that he plum ran out of thick condoms.
It could be, perhaps, a fear of no windows.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his wallet was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
With coat and two hats,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, surrounded by Whodats.
See, he had an idea!
An awesome idea!
THE SCOTT
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWESOME IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Scott laughed in his throat.
And he grabbed his Santy Claus hat and leather coat.
And he smiled, and hooted, "What a great Scotty plan!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like a man!"
"All I need is a friend..."
The Scott looked around.
But since friends were away, there were none to be found.
Did that stop the lone Scott...?
No! The Scott simply said,
"If I can't find a friend, I'll bring Storms instead!"
So he called his dog Stormy. Then he found his red sweater
And he dressed him all Christmasy like a go-getter.
Inside the bar, all divey and dark,
There were two other dogs and none of them barked.
Storms wandered on in, sniffing ass after ass,
And soon got picked up by lass after lass.
Scott grabbed a seat and bourbon he drank,
And even eventually new friends did he make.
And friends from Twitter, and friends who have Yelped,
Friends one and all, it just couldn't be helped.
"It's midnight," grinned the Scott,
"Merry Christmas I hear!"
Then he paused. And the Scott saw in the rear,
A giant balloon hat wouldn't you know?
It started so small. Then it started to grow...
And what happened then...?
Well...in Whodat-ville they say
That the balloon hat universe
Grew three hundred sizes that day!
And the minute Scott's stomach didn't feel quite right,
He spewed up his yak through the bright morning light
And he brought back the bourbon! And the food from Eve feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Scott flushed Porcelain Beast!
I have the convenience of living walking distance from this fine institution. While it was a place I used to frequent in my pre-kid days, I hardly ever grace the doors of SNJ's. But, oh how I miss it.
I work service industry and I also have a dog. My old routine was come home, change into something comfy and walk my dog, stopping off in here for my post work beer and shot of Jameson. This place is very dog friendly. Â It's also so dark in Snakes that you can wear no makeup and sweat pants. Â And look hot! Â Christmas lights are very flattering.
Anyway, I digress, the beer is kept on ice so it's always cold. Â The bartenders range from surly (Andre), to entertaining (Andrew), and Lori plays the best music.
I've sat by Chris Rose, I've sat next to WWOZ dj's, and I heard a tale that Jeremy Shocky was in there pretty recently. Â The crowd can also vary from SIN workers, Students (they have 1$ Schlitz), neighborhood folks to local celebrities.
This is the place to go if you're completely broke and want to get drunk. All you have to do is get buck naked and sit at the bar: all your drinks will be free.
Yes, I'm serious. And yes, people actually do it. Have never witnessed it myself, but know people who have. In case you were wondering: it's almost always guys. So if you're hoping for hot naked Tulane freshmen, I'd wait to find Girls Gone Wild when they're in town, and just follow those dudes around for a while. (You'd be amazed what people will do for a free tshirt. Â Especially your very conservative freshman year roommate who left that night swearing up and down that she'd never, ever do something like that, yet comes home wearing a GGW tshirt. Â Or hat. Â Something along those lines. Â It's better than beads, I suppose.)
So I think I've solved a mystery about Snake 'n Jakes that has been plaguing me for over a year now. Â At one point, I vividly remember being at Snake 'n Jakes and overheard a conversation between--gasp!--TOURISTS. Â Now, how the f-ck did a couple of TOURISTS manage to find Snake 'n Jakes? Â Did it end up in a tour guide or something? Â It was a mystery to me... Until yesterday, when it hit me: Â Yelpers. Â I'd be willing to bet money that Yelp is responsible for revealing Snake 'n Jakes to the world, and the fact that there are reviews dating back to 2007 pretty much proves my theory. Â
Oh well. Â We're glad you're around, Yelpers. Â A belated welcome to Snake 'n Jakes. Â Nice work, Patrick G. of San Francisco. Â An impressive find, for sure. Â Whatever made you think it was a good idea to enter that sketchy, magical shack on Oak Street is beyond me. Â Perhaps you were lost? Â Or you had local friends? Â In any event, props to you. Â
My favorite part about Snake 'n Jakes on Yelp: Â the majority reviews say things like "this is one of the nastiest bars I've ever been in" and "nothing good ever happens [here]" and "Sketchy. Â Really, that's all." Â And, of course, these are all 5-star reviews. Â Classic.
You know how Seth Rogan and Paul Rudd have that "You know how I know you're gay?" game in 40 Year Old Virgin?
Well I have a similar one... it's called, "You know how I know you have a drinking problem?"
...Because you come to Snake and Jake for bloody marys at 5am, once most other bars are closed.
Yes my friends- intervention time.
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