1480 East Rodney French Boulevard
New Bedford, MA 02744
Bristol County
Phone: (508) 992-7359
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by Morgan H. on This is my second favorite bar in Philly. I've been for Quizzo, which is wonderfully entertaining, with such a charming moderator. (It never hurts to have a sexy accent, for anything, ever.) I've been for Karaoke, people kinda take it a bit more seriously here than I've previously experienced. (the fact that Cartman's version of "come sail away" is in the catalog and that the gentleman performing it did SUCH a spectacular job made my week) I would recommend bar seating over table seating, the bar tenders are a bit more attentive and friendly. There is nothing wrong with the waitstaff, they just seem to get overwhelmed by the immense amount of seating. I'd recommend the popcorn chicken, but NOT the flank steak, which strangely smelled similar to cat food. (you know the canned kind in its own gravy) I was actually really surprised by that, because I'd never been disappointed with this place. The decor is awesome, As it should be for a place that has been a bank and a church. The "booth's" are church pew's with large tables in the middle, i really enjoy all the jarred plants, not to mention the "taxidermy" Dogs with light bulbs coming out of their ass'. The bathrooms are cute too, in a creepy way... actually now that i think about it everything about this bar reminds me of some Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.. and I really love it. Blah blah blah beer, and wine... Overall This is a great place to chill, dance, talk, drink, DRINK, fall over, Drink some more, Sing Karaoke and answer some difficult trivia.
by Andrew K. on Some nights, things just allign themselves for you. I had been dying to see Alexi Murdoch at CDN during the Noise Pop festival, but was lazy with getting tickets. I would check online only to find that the show had sold out. One day at work I decided it might not hurt to look again, just for kicks, and magically a single solitary ticket opened up. I didn't think; I busted out the plastic and made the ticket mine within minutes. My only problem, of course, was finding someone to go with. I took a gamble and showed up the eve of the show with a friend, hoping to snare one of the few tickets being sold at the door. we had foolishly had sushi before the show, and as a result we were at the back of the line of people waiting to get into the venue later that evening. Slowly the line started to move, some people handing the doorman prepurchased tickets, others buying at the door. And I kid you not, my friend was the last person who purchased a ticket at the door that night. I could hear the grunts and moans of the people turned away into the night as my friend and I made our way down to the cafe. Once inside, nothing could have been better. Murdoch's soft acoustic melodies, a vibrant crowd, glass of Racer 5 chilling in my hand. What else is there in life?
