The Saint

One of the best dive bars around! It is the last call or last calls! You go here to finish out your night after you finished out your night. Things don’t start popping until after 1am. No windows, so be ready to lose track of time

I’ll be drinking all the way incognito! This place is the right kinda dive with plenty of choices.

Pathetic customer service. Don’t use a credit card – they’ll charge you a pending fee and never actually get it back. Also they don’t ever pick up their phone

Gotta say, I hit about 40 bars and restaurants while in NoLa and this was probably my favorite! It is a drinkin person’s bar, not for the faint of heart.
I went with a group of about 20 with the intention of having one drink. Last thing I remember was jumping out of a moving cab to go back for one more.
Seriously love this bar. Dark place. Strong drinks. Back yard patio and bar!
I’ll be back!

I’ve only been here once so take my review for what it’s worth–
Divey bar that’s on the sketchy part of Magazine; there’s been crime in the area so be safe when coming. Beer and liquor selection seemed plentiful and included all the top shelf stuff. We sat outside and watched the crowd grow rapidly between the hours of 12am-​3am. Mostly everyone hanging out in the patio was very friendly and everyone was sharing their tables with each other which is freakin awesome (and rare!)
Dance floor was poppin but like most places, I’m sure there are nights when the music just sucks and no one dares to walk on the dance floor. Thankfully last night wasn’t one of those nights. I made some gal pals that I’ll probably never text but whatevs.
Definitely seems like a happening spot to meet people!

You know that room in Harry Potter that only appears when you desperately need it to? That’s The Saint for me. It’s located at the end of Magazine St, and if I walked by during the day, I’d probably pass it up without even realizing it. But when it’s 2 in the morning and you can barely count to 10, The Saint opens itself up as a divey, funky, disco club, welcoming drunks and hipsters with open arms. The music is… random. Usually a funky 80’s mix with some Billboard hip hop. Great place to dance and end the night.
I recently discovered there’s a back patio with a bar… love it. It’s a good way to beat the line if the bar on the inside is packed, and you can sit outside and talk if you’re not feeling the music inside.
But ladies, don’t use the bathroom. Just hold it hold it hold until you find a way home.

This place is so quiet on the outside. Once you’re inside your transported into a strange dimension where blackouts rule all. The ambience varies between dance crowd to college kids to those strange folk like myself trying to keep the party going. Great bar to be single in and go home full of regret. Also there is a photo booth. You’re welcome. Enjoy your blackout.

Absolutely love this bar. Friendly people, great stories. My only regret is that I didn’t tip the bar tender enough which I will make good the next time I’m in.

This place sucks and is awesome at the same time. The bartenders have never really been nice to me, but I’m probably a drunk a$$ by the time I show up there. They sometimes have really good electronic music DJ’s and sometimes have really crappy music. The door guy is not friendly bit really good at his job. Not much else to say, this place is what it is. Open till 5 am usually which is a good thing. And a bad thing.

The Saint really isn’t my cup of tea but that’s not why I’m giving it a low review. If you’re in your 20s and enjoy the club scene, this is definitely a great place to be.
I was with a friend who used to frequent this establishment when he was in college and he wanted to walk in for a few minutes to check it out. He doesn’t live here, so he wanted to take a picture of the sign above the door at the entrance.
The sign is a neon sign so it took a few takes to get just the photo clear. The doorman who didn’t want to be photographed held his hand in front his face, which was fine. But the neon sign made it difficult to get a clear shot, and the bouncer at the door was extremely rude and customer unfriendly — dropping F-​bombs on us and gave us a complete horrendous attitude. We totally respected that he didn’t want to be in the photo and we never even had him in any of our attempted shots.
When I review restaurants and bars and ever have a bad experience, I would never recommend firing anyone. But this was quite the experience. If I was the owner and saw the way this bouncer treated us, the customer, I would’ve fired him on the spot. Right now, this guy definitely has no business working in the service industry where he has any interaction with the customer. I’d either fire him or put him in the back washing dishes.
This incident occurred on late Friday, Sept 18 (or early Saturday, Sept 19).

Pretty much the best place to dance in the city on a Monday!
NOTE: this only a review for Mondays as I always have the most amazing time dancing with my girls when we can make it. I just love oldies soul and motown. The dJ is super friendly and plays my requests if he has it so would give more stars if I could. Bartenders were both super friendly as well and even though its not super crowded on mondays we never had to wait very long at all to get our cocktails. There’s a patio area in the back where you can light up, drink, and still here the music. Cool little photobooth thingy where you can take old timey photos that print out. All in all it can feel like a friday even on a monday with great music selections, a dancefloor, and great bartenders. I told the dj I would Unilocal him and he bought me a drink. so here’s my review, a few weeks late. ;)

This place is always hot as balls. But I love the atmosphere when I’m here. The crowd is always good too. The bar isn’t too expensive and the music is on point. Girls are a little on the stuck-​up side. But that’s no different than most bars.

Be prepared to dive into what is assuredly one of Dante’s innermost rings of hell. Upon first touching the door to the Saint, you will notice that there is the grime of a thousand sad and lost nights caked onto the wood. Once inside, the lingering smell of a million hastily smoked cigarettes will conjure in your mind the constant fog that used to pervade this establishment before the smoking ban. Do not even dream of coming here before 2AM. But if you do feel adventurous and wish to see how deep the rabbit hole goes, you’re certainly in for an interesting and entertaining treat of a night replete with the best of the worst memories that you may or may not remember.

Review is for the bar only. ZERO STARS
Total Beyatch for a bartender! She wouldn’t acknowledge us in the middle, so we had to go to the end of the bar so we could order drinks. They do NOT have waiters in the pool/​lounge areas so you’re on your own for drinks.
Me and my 2 friends were then told by said Beyatch that she refuses to serve us «in the servers area.» I told her that we couldn’t get her attention before and she didn’t apologize but basically implied… Too bad.
My friend Erin moved 2 FEET behind the rope and she reluctantly tooj her order. She could have been nice about it but NO. Someone who relies on tips shouldn’t treat customers like that! I’d fire her immediately!
So avoid this bar! I certainly will never ever return!

The Saint is the weirdest dive bar in New Orleans. Yeah, I said that, but with total sincerity. Other places are weirder. Other places are divier. No place is as weirdly divey.
The cocktails are awful. This is a straight liquor and beer kind of joint.
There’s usually a John Waters’ movie on or something similarly appropriate for the ambiance. Or a guy who looks like John Waters. Or maybe John Waters.
The music is random, in the literal sense. It’s a little like Gump’s box of chocolates.
The back patio is awesome. An occasional rat passes through out there. And hipsters. Lots of hipsters. Sometimes hipsters that look like rats.
Don’t go early. Ideally be drunk before you go to the Saint. In fact, always be drunk before you go to the Saint.

Lost it’s edge and character a few years ago. Always was a pretentious hideout for the indy-​rock crowd and ACTUAL ROCK STARS, I remember when Sean Yseult used to own the place! It’s now a wanna-​be DJ” club” with white-​hipster type DJ’s spinning records… or playing their newest mix on their fancy laptop powered by some expensive software program… but they have an ironic mustache and may or may show up in old-​timey clothes or be in their latest pimp suit etc.
But before you can come in… they now have a bouncer. Not really there because of security, but to to give the impression that you are about to enter some exclusive club where only the A-​list artsy-​fartsies can get a nod from the door man in the front. If of course he’ll let you in because if it’s before 1:00 am… you’ll be the only person in the bar but you can watch the cool hipster DJ set up his hardware etc. Get your drink now because all the people will crowd the bar later and and the bartender will never notice you. Your not cool enough.
Once it gets packed (it only can hold about 30 in the main bar area) it will be impossible to order a drink over the annoying DJ music (house and retro crap) that is blaring in the bar. Which is really the size of a large room. It still has a basement like feel to it… no windows and is like drinking in a dungeon which is fine, I actually like that aspect of this place… except this dungeon is filled with irritating college kids from places like Columbus Oh… and of course New Hampshire. And yes there is the hipsters and wanna be rockstars that walk around acting too cool for everyone… but they have replaced the real rock stars that actually used to come here…

There comes a point in life when something clicks and you suddenly realize you are in public… Holding 9 shots of Jameson, 4 cans of PBR and a minty coffee beverage that tastes like the soul of an innocent girl scout.
Surrounded by graffiti.
Its dark.
Its dirty.
And its sticky.
You look around.
What day is it?
What was I doing here?
Where did I come from?
Was I just roaming around in a frenzy of some kind?
Who are these people, these faces?
Where do they come from?
You’re right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody is giving booze to these goddamn things.
It won’t be long now before they tear you to shreds.
Panicked, you make it through the double doors at the front entrance and realize you are 1 block off Magazine street.
The sun is out.
It’s only Tuesday.
And you’re at the Saint.

Only in NOLA…
Seems scary from the outside, but the inside is SO FUN! One of the greatest dive bars in the history of dive bars.
There is a small bar area to the right with a jukebox. When you enter there is a DJ «booth» and a large area that turns into a dance floor late night. In the back, there is a small-​ish outdoor area with another bar.
It has everything a dive bar needs, a little dirt, a little eclectic décor, cheap drinks, and of course fun and vibrant patrons.
Try the frozen peppermint drink ($ 5). I don’t know what is in that mystery drink sent straight from heaven, but I bet you can’t drink more than 2 without experiencing heavy levels of intoxication.
PS $ 10 min on CC’s. ATM on premises.

Cool dive bar away from Bourbon street, only took about 10 minutes in a Cab from where we were staying.
They have a vending machine here where you can buy drinks, as well as a Beer Koozie with a pair of Sunglasses for $ 7. PRETTY SWEET. They have a nice outside area, as well as a photo booth were you can take pictures.
This is a locals place mainly, so not many tourists which is nice. There is not really anything else around the bar though, the other places were pretty dead on a Saturday night, so not a must do.
If you have some extra time and want to take a breather from Bourbon street, this is a pretty cool place.

No two nights at The Saint are ever the same. I’ve had epic nights, and mellow night, dead nights, and nights were I couldn’t even get past the bouncer. Most these nights are weekend nights, and I’ve yet to find myself Sainting it up on a weekday.
Heads up: We all know there are New Orleans bars that your 17 year old cousin that looks like she’s maybe 19 ½ can get into by batting her eyes at the bouncer and passing back IDs. Not this one. Don’t even try. This bouncer is stone cold. Walk away.
I’ve been to The Saint during epic techno parties during the witching hour where it had to have been 30 degrees outside, 98 inside, and a gentlemen in a purple mohair jacket owned the dance floor. Make sure you’re good and drunk for the late night scene or else your sense of smell with slap you silly and your hearing with give out.
I’ve been there, and discovered the amazingness that is their patio with an outdoor bar, quite possibly just as large as the bar, though I actually can’t tell how large the bar truly is due to lighting and poor eye sight. I really enjoy the patio for an Uptown afterwork scene. Next time, I’ll snap a pic!
I’ve also been there during weird middle lulls between when everyone who came after work has moved on to their second bar around 9:30/10ish and the after midnight crazy hasn’t started yet. The Saint isn’t a place you can do a drive-​by and figure if it’s «poppin’» or not, you’ve got to go into the belly of the beast.
Another Unilocaler was spot on about the bathroom; one of my lesser favorite Hobbit hole sized ladies rooms in town so bring your hand sani and hover.
I would definitely suggest you spend some time on their patio to see how much more this place has to offer. I need to catch a weekday or a karaōke night with the boyfriend sometime to expand my Saintly experiences.

Ditto what Colin said. The sniper is actually my great grandmother, Mafalda, who has strong ankles, and a predilection for eating raw pickles. Some people would call that a cucumber, but don’t say that in front of Mafalda. She would probably challenge you to an arm wrestling contest, which you would lose, because my Mafalda is bowed up like a truck.
Anyway, back to the Saint, where I am smoking bath salts and ripping shots of everclear. Be careful when doing this, because you may light your face on fire. This has only happened to me twice, but thats probably why my friends called me «Burned Face.»
This place is a great option for people looking to contract or spread Hepatitis B. Such as ya boy. I’m actually about to visit Mafalda to give her a fresh clip of bullets and a new dress.

If you’re at The Saint before midnight, you’re probably a serial killer or something. I don’t really recommend arriving before, say, 2am aka «Saint O’clock». In the right frame of mind, you will have fun and return, drunkenly, at some point in the future. Sometimes people have sex in the bathroom but just piss quickly and evacuate.
The Saint is the only place I’ve ever been to where smoking is ONLY allowed INSIDE. Do not try to smoke outside. The sniper on the roof across the street will eliminate you. Have fun!

Anyone who is anyone in the Irish channel hangs out here. Come here Tuesdays for kareoke. Party on the weekends.
The bartenders know their cocktails and are fast. But most importantly, they are the cooolest folk around.

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 karaōke, a few wondering girls at the bar. 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… 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. 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. 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. I kind of liked it but not so. 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.