Harrison B.
Yelp
Oh boy. Where to start?
Allow me to begin by saying my wife and I were strolling around DTSS lamenting the lack of a nice, chill cocktail bar in the area when we happened down Colesville Road and spotted Silver Strings, recalling it had opened just a few weeks ago and we'd been meaning to check it out.
From the outside? Impressive! Some cute outdoor seating and a large, beautiful, wooden front door. We peaked inside the window. Quite the lovely looking interior as well! "Is this the cocktail bar we'd been wishing for?" we hoped aloud. Only one way to find out: we gave the door a pull.
Stuck. Or locked? We looked inside the window again. Quite a few folks at the bar and seated at tables. Bar staff and servers. A soft opening? We tried the door again. Definitely locked. Another couple remarked "We couldn't open it either" as they walked off, having given up.
I, on the other hand, was determined, and I decided to give them a call to see what was going on. The owner answered and came to greet us at the door. Indeed, it somehow seems it had been locked. Strange, but no matter. We were inside now, and the place was even more impressive looking inside than it seemed from the outside looking in.
Wonderful attention to detail. Jazz music played at a nice volume, attractive wood work and paintings on the walls, and a long, well built bar along the left side of the space with comfortable looking leather stools. If I were rating this place on appearance and ambiance alone, I'd give it five stars. However, that's when things took a turn for the much, much worse...
We took two seats at the bar. Two barmen were working. More accurately: two barmen were moving about behind the bar. I admired the older gentlemen's suspenders. Nice barman aesthetic! Apparently giving off this aesthetic was the totality of his job description because, other than this, in our approximately 30 minutes at the bar, all we saw him do was break off a cork in a bottle of red wine and turn down a spoon from his colleague, electing instead to reach into a jar of martini olives with his fingers for my Gibson.
But let's back up. Our bartender was a friendly, slow moving, rather befuddled fellow. He welcomed us and gave us a bar menu which consisted of your standard cocktails: martini, old fashioned, Manhattan, and the like. I surveyed the liquor behind the bar and noticed a few integral items (Campari for instance) missing. "Okay," I quickly readjusted my expectations, "this isn't really a cocktail bar; more of a jazz/supper club, maybe." We ordered our drinks: an old fashioned for my wife and the aforementioned Gibson for me.
The bartender very methodically yet clearly uncertainly went about making our drinks. While we nervously watched him use peychaud bitters instead of angostora in the old fashioned, we took in some of the other scenery:
The poorly ventilated kitchen poured smoke out into the bar/dining area while a waiter stood idly by, his frantically attention m-seeking table failing to grab his attention. Several other employees stood around idly as well. It became apparent very quickly that no one working here knew what they were supposed to be doing. That's on management.
Back to the old fashioned. The bottle of Bulleit didn't contain a full pour. "Would you mind if I blend it?" Uhhhh. "Sure, that's fine." At this point we realized this was not going well and frankly just wanted him to finish making our drinks so we could leave. Suffice it to say, the resulting drink wasn't an old fashioned. It was... something else altogether, and not good at all.
My Gibson with the fingered onions? Fine. Whatever.
The menu didn't have prices and I was hoping the saving grace would be that these amateurishly crafted concoctions would at least be reasonably priced. Negative. $14 for the "old fashioned" and $16 (!) for the Gibson. Wtf.
Also of note: this place is touting itself as a music venue. It was a Saturday night and there was no live music.
We really, really, really wanted this place to be good.
It's not. It's really bad, actually. And that's tragic because the owner clearly spent a lot of money and put a lot of thought into decorating and designing the space. Ownership, presuming you read this: hire a professional bar/restaurant manager and staff. Please. I've never been to such a promising establishment so desperately in need of help as this one.
I hope I can revise my review in the near future to something positive. In the meantime, there's A LOT that needs to be fixed at Silver Strings.