This last Saturday we ended up at North City Tavern in Shoreline (17554 15th Ave NE). Holy cheese you guys don't go there for any reason whatsoever, even if your friend suggests it because it's only three blocks from his house and there are literally no other bars in the immediate vicinity and their house isn't guest-friendly.
It was clearly not promising from the exterior, and I even paused in the parking lot before pulling into a spot and asked, "Are you guys sure you want to go here?" They all agreed that we should give it a shot and we could go downtown to better bars if it was terrible. Upon entering, we were greeted by an obviously drunk scantily clad overly tattooed middle-aged bartendress and horrifying karaoke singers. The clientele was in keeping with the bartendress - ubertrashy, loud, very very drunk, and displaying too much untoned skin (that they were almost entirely middle-aged compounded the trashiness).
Everyone had ordered a drink (except for me, as I was the designated driver), so we had to finish those before moving on to greener pastures. Then the boys wanted to play one game of pool, so we waited by a table. Then everyone wanted to sing karaoke before going, so we waited for their turn. And we continued to wait for a pool table. For an eternity. It was the night that would never end, and I wouldn't recommend this tavern to my worst enemy.
Disclaimer: I am a bar snob. Sorry. I just figure if you're going to pay a hugely marked up price for drinks and have to shout at your friends to converse, the ambiance better be fantastic.
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