by Nicolah P. on Had a pretty good time here. The food was really good. The boyfriend had an amazing sandwich. The drinks were great. Kudos to the bartender. We went to the club in the back. It wasn't busy at all. The DJ was decent.
by Maryland K. on Green door was quite fun. I enjoyed the decor, and there is lots of room inside, so you won't feel crowded. The music was awesome! They had a rock band with a singer who was very Hendricks-esque. Emily Blunt and Anne Hathaway were there, and they sang a duet together. So cute. All-in-all, I thought the people were nice and the environment was fun and clean.
by Foster Witham on Apparently, everyone's been here before. I talked to several random people during my visit, as talking to random people seems to be my hobby while I drink. I don't know if said random people appreciate this or not, but due to the ridiculous number of people who habit this location, two choices are presented: either you stand there stone-faced as you try to move to and from the bar in traffic that rivals Mopac at rush hour, or you make superficial small-talk with the other to-the-bar-shufflers. Of course, I start this small-talk in the most superficial fashion as well--"My, this place is rather crowded tonight!" "It's always like this," they respond. Or they say, "Yeah, it was like this last weekend, too." Or they make a little "L" sign with their fingers in front of their forehead, directed at you because you, obviously, didn't know that (and therefore, have obviously never been here before. Anyone who's anyone has, you loser.) Actually, no one made that gesture that night, but they minus well have. I gave up letting on that this was my virgin visit to Sherlock's because, well, feeling like an idiot was getting a little old. "What kind of beer do you have on tap?" I asked when I finally got to the bar and a bartender finally decided it was my turn to be served. He, too, gave me "that look"--what, you don't know what beers we have? Have you never been here before you unpopular Stupid? "Um, I guess I'll take...never mind then..." He's on to the next customer. Are you kidding me? Once I got my draft and battled Mopac traffic to get back to my people, I had to bounce from one side to the next to allow people past me. Are we hanging out at a bar, relaxed and kicking it, or at a circus? I just wanted gentle conversation with my people and a place to take a load off my feet. Sherlock's? Wrong choice! "Gentle" entails needing to scream over the white noise of the screaming everyone else needs to do as well to be heard by their conversation partners. "Gentle" also entails moving out of the way of passers-by constantly, lest you be run over. Mopac traffic! I'm having flashbacks! There are three compartments in Sherlock's. There is a sitting area, I'll call that the Lobby, right inside the front door. Travel further back and to the right and you'll find the stage area, where there is another bar, more seating, and a small dance floor. A pretty fun band entertained the masses, playing cover classic rock songs. I hear they are regular performers at Sherlock's (a morsel of knowledge I found out by exploiting my newness to a random stranger in a random conversation). There is also a sizeable patio for smoking. Cops lace the doorway. I almost forgot I was in Austin. For a moment I thought I was at a Baylor bar in Baptist country. I guess these popular people sometimes get a little rowdy. Aside from crowded parking and crowded patronage, the drinks are decent and I admit I liked the band. I have a feeling this place is more enjoyable during the week, but I don't know if I am bold enough to return. After all, there was a woman in the ladie's room selling products out of her suitcase. Cigarettes, gum, feminine products. Is this normal? Was there a man in the next lavatory as well, selling shaving cream, mouthwash, and cigars? Oh so many questions I have. What a strange little place. Horsies, Andrea
