I don’t know why it says the Viceroy is closed b/c we went there last nite on a whim and it was very very much OPEN. And crowded. And I felt old old old. Everyone in there was in their early 20’s. So I felt like grandma coming in for a cocktail. I don’t mind the Viceroy, if I’m w/the right people. Amy pours a great drink(props to Amy G!), but the servers aren’t the friendliest people. Which is unfortunate b/c I really WANT to like this place. I’m kind of «meh» on it. I’ll go back if someone suggests it, but otherwise, if I’m in Belltown, you can find me down the street @ the Rendezvous or Buddha Bar.
Kat C.
Classificação do local: 3 San Francisco, CA
Came here on my mini trip to Seattle per recommendation from a friend. :) Had a beer and sat on the side 2-person table and scarfed the gold fish they have hidden behind the menu. :P … it’s a cute, little bar… pretty quiet and chill when I went. They have couches and patio seating outside ~~ the crowd was relaxed. It’s one of those places I’d go to have a nice chat with a friend or two, not with a large group of people who are looking to get shit-faced.
Vanessa D.
Classificação do local: 4 San Francisco, CA
this joint makes me wanna shoot my very own courvoisier commercial. i just feel THAT gangsta fab and admittedly, i love looking at my own reflection on ceilings. so i’m sipping my beautiful and my inner soundtrack is playing j-davey’s «camera” — or outkast’s «so fresh, so clean»(on repeat, mind you) as i watch all the beautiful people watching my gorgeous self. yeah, i’m that fresh. and oh so clean. HAHA, don’t get me wrong, i’m SO not the conceited one. but the magic about this place is that it makes EVERYONE feels like this– an elusive invincibility, an insane confidence. a coke-type high. can’t wait til next time… cuz this place is just as addictive.
Joanna M.
Classificação do local: 4 San Rafael, CA
A few drinks here and I turn into Popeye: «That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no more!» Taxi!
Gene D.
Classificação do local: 5 Seattle, WA
Chic. This is where Palm Springs aesthetic meets Wealth With Heroin Problem. Quite contradictory in a contradictory/passive aggressive town. This would be a great apartment as long as a liquor license were allowed. Tell your doorman I’ll be arriving around midnight!
Drue C.
San Francisco, CA
Don’t you just love it when you walk in a bar and the cocktail waitress sashays by you half a dozen times without acknowledging that you’re a real live human when it isn’t crowded and she could at the very least give you the universal head nod if not actually condescend to inquire if you’d like a drink even though there’s a school of thought that it might be her job to do so? Thanks for the LONG, thirsty sit on your comfy couch, Viceroy.