by edren s. on Jazz night. Hipsters really. But it's alright. They're wearing ties and vests and shit. And the jazz is very contemporary. Usually these types of people wouldn't be in this type of neighborhood. But hey, ya know. That's how gentrification works. No locals. All visitors here. I was invited by my two friends who live in the area to check this place out. One of them, a writer, said we could have Fante-esque nights at this place. I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that there was a new bar down the street from where I work, and that she was half right about the Fante-esque 'after work drink'. The room was was big as two garages and had that cement and cedar block feel. The lighting was dim. The bar was crowded, thick with people. The music was loud, so loud in fact, I couldn't have that Fante-esque conversation my writer friend wanted. But, however, although, chicken butt, that wasn't why I liked this place, because I did like it. Even though there was so much, on paper, going against me not liking it. The sexy saxophone player. She wore a polka dotted red dress, had short, bobbed hair, ruby lips, and midnight eyes. She also sang. And her voice was so sad. Sounded like a thousand raindrops. Like a millions sighs. But hauntingly harmonized with itself. She made my soul burn. The dude next to her, probably her musician boyfriend, wore a tight brown vest, a brown bow tie, and rolled up his sleeves and played the fat, metallic sounding guitar, with the chinese upright bass player, and the short, squat, round drum beater. Pre be bop jazz is what my other friend called it. The music guy. I was there for an hour because the beer cost 8 bucks. And I needed to get home before I blew all my money on drinks just to have an excuse to sit and listen to the red sound of sad hope sing and play the sax all night long. 4 stars. Because the drinks are expensive. But I'll keep going to see if she's there.
by Brad Marchall on It could have been that there was romance in the air, but it was more likely the fact that this pub was packed with singles celebrating Singles Awareness Day instead of V-Day. Made my heart warm to see the clusters of friends laughing or commiserating together. Either way, Sherlock's happy hour drink specials filled me with amor for the quaint bar that it is. Allow me to share what cupid hit me with. $2 for wells. $2.50 for specialty wells such as Captain and Diet Coke. $2.75 for domestics. Yup, I know, your falling in love too now after reading that. Service wasn't stellar by any means, as it was hard to get our waitress attention and she forgot to bring our 1 of our two orders of apps. To be fair, it could have been the kitchen's fault but when we brought it up to her again, she acted surprised so.. guess we'll leave that up for Homes and Watson to find out. Delic fries as they were thick large crispy cuts of potatoes. Bonus, bathroom is big and clean! Dig the cozy semi-circle booths so you can hear the people your with. So take Sherlock's for what its work, your middle of the road pub with cheap drinks.
