Temple Bar

Saw Macy Gray spin here last night at a free Remy Martin event. Pretty fun and the place is laid out right — they are the right size place and layout so you can dance/​shmooze if that’s what you want or you can also hide on the tables up top, or on the couches. Hella cute people, so I’m sure they weren’t all from the city.
Pretty sure this place is called Noble now.

$ 4 for 24 oz Pacifico and $ 3 for a shot of non-​Cuervo?! Heck yes!
Throw on some onion rings (yum!) and calamari in the mix and you have one heck of a start to your Friday night!
Bartender was nice, helped with choosing food and kept the drinks coming.
Not a place to go out of your way for, but definitely worth a stop by if you are in the area.

Wish I could give it Zero Stars.
I went there this past Saturday paid for some drinks with my credit card; when I saw that the bar tender had her hands full I told her she could keep a tab open and I would come back to close it out when she was less busy. When I was leaving for the night I asked for my card back and the bar tenders said they did not have my card. I told them which bar tender had taken my card and they all claimed that they did not have it. I calmly walked away for the night.
I called today Monday to see if they had my card and if they could check when they were less busy. The bar tender that answered the phone checked and still could not find it. Her advice… I should cancel my card and order a new one. Thanks again Temple Bar and Grill for losing my Credit Card.
I will never step foot in this bar again.

Wow. The people here definitely take their jobs seriously. After Unilocaling about my first horrendous experience there with the karaōke, the kj actually wrote me a long note via Unilocal to apologize, and to explain the situation of what happened that night, and I admit that I did perhaps judge the establishment a bit unfairly as it wasn’t exactly Temple’s Bar’s fault that the karaōke people were having problems as they are contracted from the outside.
Had a chance to go again for another farewell party for another friend and everything was fine. I’ll probably go back again.

Holy… parking is a pain around here. Once we completed our trek there, it was well worth it.
Row of stools on one side with tables and booths to the right. Further down the bar sits the DJ area to the east.
Up the stairs and you’ve got billiards.
My friends and I found a booth and gravitated towards the bar. Met Barbara, a witty Scottish lady that knew her shiz. Much lub B! Mingled a bit and went to shoot some pool while listening to the ol’ school 80’s tunes.
Costs a buck in change to play. Unfortunately, after we paid, we found out that two of the balls were in the men’s restroom toilets. URGH, the perpetrator outta get smacked for being so dumb! We ended up annexing the other table’s equipment to ours.
Around 11:30PM or so a new DJ hopped on and started spinnin’ some ol’ school hip hop. Then there was M.I.A. Then there was Black Eyed Peas. Then YOU KNEW IT WAS ON. Stopped the billiards and hit the dance floor as we should. It was 2AM by the time we were done…
Final Call:
Mixed crowd, preppies to hipsters to old n’ young folks. Cool bartender (s). Fun music. Not too crowded. I’ll see YOU on the dance floor!

I came here to celebrate Halloween this year. At first I thought I was going to Temple Night Club. I had no idea there was a Temple Bar. Good thing my friend clarified it for me or I would’ve been standing outside the club wondering where everyone was!
Right when we walked through the doorway, we felt a wave of heat hit us. It was packed inside, so all that body heat made it feel like an oven! We went straight to the bar to cool down. Drinks were reasonably priced. If I remember correctly, I spent $ 24 for 3 Grey Goose and tonics… not too shabby!
I like this place because it has a mixed crowd, and they play good music. There’s plenty of street parking around there, too. Its on the border of the TL, so just don’t go walking around by yourself at night.

Huge bar.
Huge BEERS.
For cheap.
Too bad it’s poopy to get to.
oh and they have food — bc they are connected to a hotel, and karaōke on Thursdays.

With so many other interesting bars in the area, I really see no reason to hang out at Temple Bar. It’s just your run of mill mid-​range pub. Staff are nice enough but there’s nothing memorable about this place. On a Friday night this place is empty.

Just a quick note to everyone.
When reviewing this venue, realize that you are in fact reviewing Temple Bar and Bistro on Polk street, NOT Temple Night Club. Thank you.

Perfect for a guy’s night out and or large party with it’s gigantic bar, tons of elbow room, two pool tables, and of course karaōke Thursdays.
Sidenote, singing Rihanna’s Umbrella with two other guys in the heavy metal «will you go to prom» remix doesn’t get the crowd hype.
However, team Japanese businessmen (2 of the guys still had suits on from work so we looked like Japanese businessmen) killed it at the end with some of that Killers «Mr. Brightside». Oh man, we had everyone singing and dancing it was pure ridonkulous. I felt like jumping into the crowd for some crowd surfing action.
It’s good to be the king.

So this is not your typical review as I’ve never been to Temple at night.
I came here for Laid Off Camp last Tuesday. It’s not your typical venue of choice for a daytime professional network event but maybe that’s why it worked out amazingly well. There were many interesting interior meeting places and rooms to take advantage of. The décor and dark movements of the place meshed well with the organic, disorganized feel of Laid Off Camp.
As I quote a friend’s word to describe Laid Off Camp at Temple: «Pry people away from the TV and throw them in an urban playground to run around with adults in a similar situation.»
Temple is that urban playground. I cannot wait to go back for some real nightlife fun. Anyone wanna offer this unemployed girl a free drink?

Has anyone noticed that as the economy’s gotten worse, Temple Bar’s been packed?!
It’s just that kinda place… you can come as you are, order a large Corona and forget all about your crappy day. The bartenders are quick, the drink specials are pretty good and the vibe is relaxed.
They have live music every Friday and the band is REALLY good… last time I was there they even got people out on the dance floor!
The only complaint is I wish they served food longer… the menu is well priced and delicious but service ends relatively early. This has sent me out wandering the street in the ‘loin for some grub more than once.

I have the most awesome friends ever. Although I’ve been very flaky lately (ie, wasting time with douchebags), they always welcome me back with open arms
Last night’s karaōke just crystallized one of the many reasons to love them:
Jill and Ed’s duet of «You Must Not Know About Me»
Jill rocking out «You Outta Know»
Heidi singing «London Bridge» and doing a ONE-​HANDED PUSH UP on stage!
Ed crooning «When You’re Good to Mama» from Chicago
Jason getting scolded by the karoake DJ for swinging the mike. whatever, it’s called showmanship
Overhearing Drue say «that’s our girl» while I was giving «7 Nation Army» my all.
Just a few examples of the many fine moments captured in memory. Of which they’ll be many more, since I’ve no longer dating douchebags.
Off on my tangent again and I haven’t said a damn thing about the bar itself. Definitely one of the better karaōke nights in the city. You will actually get to sing several times, even if you sign up after 11. Ample selection of indie/​alt and broadway tunes. Cute emo guys wooing me with their song.

I didn’t hate this bar. Then again, it’s hard for me to hate any establishment that serves liquor attitude free. It was pretty cavernous and empty on a Friday night but that describes most of the inhabitants of the Marina and yet they still exist too. I had a bottled cider and it was decent but my friend’s Guinness was clearly from too old a tapped keg. Sports were on TV and the pool tables were noted but not used by us.
I guess if I lived close by I might come here more often but it’s definitely not a destination for me.

I’ve been coming to the Temple for years. It’s one of those places — not especially remarkable, not incredibly great, but good, and someplace I always enjoy myself and feel comfortable. It’s all about me ;)
The Temple has a great selection of beers on tap; one of those irritating MP3/​internet juke boxes that will, on the one had, rob you blind — but will also, on the other, allow you to play almost any song ever recorded; a couple of good pool tables; lots of comfortable seating; a nice selection of fried bar food; and some very friendly bartenders.
It isn’t funny, it’s not all that cool, it may or may not be useful, but I like the Temple and that’s all there is to say about it.

The location is not the best, but there is cheap, wonderful food all around you and you can sneak into the Pheonix Hotel pool afterwards if you feel like it (I haven’t yet, but it’s on my list of things to do!).
This is another bar I go to solely b/​c of Roger Niner’s karaōke nights. You may not want to come here because it’s deep in the Loin but if you are a fan of humiliating yourself, Roger dulls the pain with his amazing back up and positive energy. Even when you suck, he’s there for you. And Barbara is there to serve up the drinks in an efficient, kick ass manner that only Irish bartenders can bring.

This bar is blah. It is not Useful, Funny, OR Cool. It is merely there. To emphasize this, I will make sure that this review is blah. It will not be Useful, Funny, or Cool either.
The bathrooms are wet and yucky, much like the patrons (my friends excluded). There might be a girl in the bathroom who asks you for drugs. She might be disappointed to learn that you are an only child and therefor, not good at sharing (or that you simply don’t indulge in such sinful behavior). There might be a creepy douchebag who won’t stop shoving his tongue down your friend’s throat. At that point you may have to leave. When you do, run fast. Because said douchebag may follow you to the car and knock on Friend’s window til she rolls it down, at which point the tongue wrestling will resume. Ew.
On the upside, Glenny Kravitz does his rockin karaōke here on Thursday nights. If you’re lucky, his lovely girl Heidi will be there. If you’re not so lucky, she’ll totally ditch you and leave before you arrive. Either way, the show goes on and the alcohol flows freely.
That’s all.

Eh. If my friends and co-​workers want shots of PATRON, give them the Patron.
Don’t lecture them and tell them Patron is not fine alcohol.
JUST GIVE IT TO THEM. THEY’RE PAYING FOR IT!
+1 star because we all smelled like Naan & Curry. Woohoo!

SPACIOUS! Lots of open space and big booths, chairs to spare (sweet!).
It was a little hard to get the bartender’s attention for a Wednesday night, but then again I was wearing a sweater and no cleavage was visible. When I did get his attention, he was a genuinely friendly, nice guy. Totally made the wait worth it.
Wednesday night is Trivia Night! Starts at 6:30 and they have $ 2 beer specials (sweeeeet!). I went with Hastings law students, and dude– they know how to drink.

Temple Bar (no, not Temple Nightclub) in the Embassy Hotel (no, not Embassy Suites) serves all kinds of workers (no, not the local sex workers) in a non-​pretentious (no, not a dive) comfortable setting. It’s so mellow, it doesn’t even have any of that «we’re trying hard to be mellow» anxiety.
Drinks are cheap, the place is huge, in addition to two well kept pool tables there’s a great classic pinball machine (Terminator 2), slightly secluded booths, and a friendly bartendress with an Irish accent to die for. Plus random bar food. It’s usually empty after the City Hall workers go home for the day (meaning, exactly 5PM) so you won’t have to wait for anything.
If you’re not a student chef, city worker, or local tranny this is a good place to go for a top secret conversation or hookup where you can be absolutely sure nobody you know is there to spot you.