This is the kind of place that makes a trip worth having. While taking my husband around my old hometown, we decided to do a pub crawl in downtown and one of our most memorable stops was Charbar. The owner who was pouring our drinks that night was a nice east coast type of guy, who had lots of cool stories and made a mean drink. Why do I want to call him Lou?... thats probably incorrect.
It's a relaxing and quiet place and I was just totally in awe of the atmosphere around me. In the front entrance a man (his name escapes me also) was shining shoes. He had been working there for years upon years and he was just as sweet as they come. I felt like I was transported to Louisiana or Brooklyn... I cant describe it, I just felt like this place was full of character and I absolutely couldn't get enough. The bar is more long than wide and is very intimate. As you walk in, you'll notice that there's shoe shining to the left and a bar at the right. Deep red color gives this place a classy, jazzy type of feel. Charbar is named after the owners daughter and there's large black and white photos of her as a child and other family on the wall behind the bar. While looking at the strangers in the pictures you are somehow transported in time, to good times, and to times when dressing up was a daily deal. The owner will give you some background if you ask. In the back of the bar is a rotating rack for clothes, I think. The kind typically found in dry cleaning establishments. Then there's a mirror where men can get their clothing taylored... and sitting here with your martini or scotch, watching this happen, makes you want to start dressing classier and getting your clothes fitted.
As my husband and I enjoyed our second beverage the owner poured us our third and told us to check out the up stairs. We were shocked... an upstairs? The door says "Employees Only" but we opened it and went up the dimly lit stairwell, feeling pretty special, to have this access. LOL... Up at the top was an even cozier bar with some booths against the wall. Noone was working the bar, but we enjoyed the privacy as we sipped our cocktails. Not too long after, a group of lawyers who were getting off work came up stairs to occupy a booth. I gathered that this was a regular spot for them and they seemed very at home. I almost longed to be in their group... it was like we were a fly on the wall listening to their chatter. What a fun time, we had... and then evening closed in on us and we decided it was time to leave, with a promise to return. read more