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| - Unclear if it's just the day we went, but this "dimly lit vintage bar" was not at all what was advertised. Loud, very overpriced, and kitschy music were the themes of the night.
I'd heard about the Womack opening late last year and had put it on the list of places to try. Living downtown, there's no shortage of funky, hipster-y, or classy bars. What the Womack promised instead, as least in my head, was a chill lounge experience with a live band (it appeared to be Jazz vs brass-bandy given the pictures of guys holding saxophones on the website), with nice cocktails. A place to chill, sit down, and listen to some classy tunes; good for a date night.
Unfortunately, what we got was an overpriced bar that seemed to not do anything particularly well. The first thing we noticed coming in was... loud. Backstreet boys. 70s disco. It sounded like someone's pandora was upchucking last night's drunken ride home in an Uber directly into our ears. Though that didn't seem to deter a mass of 40-50 year olds occupying the dance floor from getting down in their tshirts, shorts, and sandles.
We headed to the bar for some cocktails and ordered a gin rickey and classic martini -- both of which are on their $10 menu; instead, our tab came out to $34 before tip. $17/drink...; it was too loud/crowded to explain the situation to the bartender. Nearly twice as much as advertised on their website.
All seats were taken inside, so outside we went. At this point we weren't sure if live music was even going to happen, we had been there about 20 minutes without any signs of a band. Outside seating was more available, but surrounded with smokers. We finished our cocktails outside, and only at that point could we tell live music had started. Unfortunately, it ended up being more of the same -- hokey 60s-90s music. I get that this place bills itself as 'retro' -- but watching the crowd sing along to Michael Jackson made us feel like we were at a karaoke bar instead. At that point... we didn't want more overpriced drinks; we had no place to sit, and the music was getting to be almost offensive, so we left. You could hear band transitioning to it's rendition of "Celebrate good times" as we walked out the door.
In the end, I guess this place is a draw to certain people (clearly, as it was really busy), and I could almost see it if I were drunk enough. But for what it bills itself as, I can't see ever going back here again. Would not recommend.
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