274 Shakes Street
Wrangell, AK 99929
Wrangell Petersburg County
Phone: (907) 874-3005
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Collin Pickford on This place is super sexy. The drinks are really unique. I've never been anywhere like it. I ordered the Ella and it was awesome! I went downstairs and saw some live music too. It's everything I want in one night good drinks, good people, good music.
by Lynwood Melland on Had a blast here on Saturday night. I was surprised at the friendly crowd. It was packed from about midnight onwards. Good space, not loud enough though. Don't get me wrong, the sound system is good, just not as loud as it should have been IMO. I wouldn't say the drinks were cheap, or well made, but they were there if you wanted them... The bouncers were great, so were the other staff members!
by Jen S. on If You're Thinking About Suicide, Don't Go Here On A Monday Night It will push you over the edge. So there my friend and I are, sitting at the bar at Houston's. I am enjoying a delicious glass of Pinot Noir. It's a Monday night, so we are taking it easy and about to wrap up the night, when we start discussing places we have never been in Boston. Saint comes up, and we are wondering where it is, so I look it up on my Blackberry. When I google it, the first article that comes up is a review of the HOT Monday night scene. We are surprised - and curious! My friend - let's call her "Balison" - suggests going there and if it's lame leaving immediately and going home. We get there and walk downstairs. It's pitch black, and no one is there except us, some ugly guys, and some unfriendly bartenders. It's dead. I silently curse the reviewer for costing me a cab ride home from Back Bay. We decide to have one drink. Somehow, during that drink, the dark room fills up with people. The next thing we know we are being accosted from all sides by Bosnians, dorky guys that showed up alone trying to pick up women, more Bosnians and guys in Jack Daniels t shirts. At this point the only thing to do is get incredibly drunk. Balison was wearing a cable knit sweater and stood out like a sore thumb, because apparently we missed the memo that women there wear either hot pants, some form of animal print, or really bad hair extensions - we had none of these. After surveying my options, I decided to hang out with the Bosnians, while Balison explored what else Saint had to offer. The answer is nothing. However, when I asked a Saint staffer where the restroom was, he did offer to LET ME PEE ON HIM. Needless to say, I did not accept. Balison did manage to meet two fine young gentlemen, one of whom was a chef at the Cheesecake Factory. I will likely be going to their wedding next month. The night ended with me following Balison back to some guy's hotel so that she wouldn't get gangraped and thrown into the Charles River with cement blocks tied to her feet. Apparently the Cheesecake Factory chef wisked her off her feet so much so that she wanted to join his friends at the Copley Sq Hotel for a nightcap. Ultimately, I was forced to end my night there, and leave her with a guy who was wearing a bathrobe over his clothes. In conclusion: I suggest going to Saint on a Monday night if you are looking to get hit on by Cheesecake chefs and Eurotrash. I suggest not going if you don't want to kill yourself.
