Morgan F.
Yelp
After a serious review of my review I find no reason to not add a star since, by some miracle, I survive every visit to The Saint, which is saying a lot.
Please preface my update with my previous review. It all still stands. What have I gleaned from my serendipitous visits over the last 4 years, and my most recent experience this NYE?...I will tell you.
Leave any 'tude at home. This space is NOT, dare I repeat, NOT big enough for it. No 'tude. Just good or weird vibes can pass the librarian-meets-orc defender bouncer, with proper ID, through the dark foyer (I'm not sure what else to call it but you'll understand if you ever go) into the Saint.
Most recently, I had some dudes looming over me that were like, "dude, I was here first...no I was here first." You're not in line to get a cookie during little recess, bros. Your neediness scares away the 'tenders. Act like you totally don't want that drink, and you will be served promptly.
Recent Discovery #1: Go With A Daq! There is no need to act like a badass and order Jameson shots just to realize you also want a vodka soda so you have to act like you don't need a drink again for another 15 minutes...'cause, hello, the rotation has started over again.
Back to the daqs...they have delicious options! I asked for a chocolate-y one, and they had TWO, not one, but TWO options. Real talk, I can't chug uber-cold drinks, so one of their daqs can last me hours so no need to patron the always busy bar as often. And if you were to ask the 2:00am version of myself, they ain't too shabby. And no one gets 'tude when drinking daqs, and if you do, you probably need to go see someone about that.
Recent Discovery #2: The Photo Booth! I WISH I could tell you whether or not it just took cash or credit as well, but my recollection is that it's just cash per my hazy-but-somewhat vivid recollection of yelling for more dollars at anyone passing by. You call it a hot mess, I call it makin' memories. Also a great space if you would like to have an earnest conversation with a person you just met that doesn't remember you the next time you're there 6 months later (spoken through a friend).
Recent Discovery #3: Sex Toy Claw Machine. I haven't so much discovered it as just kind of looked at it. I have been known to extricate a fluffy bunny or two from such machines, but alas, I probably need to carry some coinage with me next time I visit The Saint.
Last Discovery...I must keep to myself. It is the sole reason I was not swept away by the wave upon wave of overly-eager patrons that crashed into The Saint at the ungodly hours when it thrives on New Year's Eve.
...and no I have no bathroom aka Hobbit Hole updates.
Last note, and this isn't a recent discovery. This is like the ultimate rule. Never. ever. ever. ever. ever. ever. ever ever. ever. Don't ever check the time and/or say it out loud while you are in the four...er. maybe like six or eight walls of The Saint. Quite possibly the biggest sin you can commit in there and you will immediately be transformed into the biggest of fun sponges that ever did live. Personal experience? Wouldn't you like to know...