I have been to 12 Bar several times since it opened. There is always a lively crowd but not the typical "loud" Beale Street scene. I always feel like I am stepping into an old speakeasy from the 20s. They have a great cocktail list with drinks you don't find at other bars in Memphis and they are always great. My personal Favorite is the Corpse Reviver. You must try the Duck Fat Fries they are AMAZING. I have also had the Memphis Soul Stew, which I have not seen anywhere else in Memphis and is really good.
This is becoming one of my favorite places to "escape" to downtown and I will definitely be back soon.
I am from Alabama, and I was taken Onix by my niece. I had a wonderful time! The music was as amazing as our food! The service was Five Star!! We had a waiter,Tim, who went beyond the call of duty to make sure we had an exceptional experience. I'm telling all my friends and family to drop by when in Memphis! I had a much need enjoyable evening!!
Thank you Onix team!
Used to love it and frequent often. The last time I was there (2 weeks ago), the horrible attitude from the famale bartender left me dumbfounded. If management doesn't address that young ladies apparent distaste for paying customers, then I will not be back....nor any of my friends. The martinis are good, if pricey, and the food is unpredictable...good some days, really bad on others.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, I went to these guys to have my fathers military flag put in a shadow box frame and I couldn't be more pleased.
Since then I've taken several things in to get framed....I completely trust them and HIGHLY recommend them!
I met sammy haggar there in the 1975
We have been there twice and have enjoyed the food both times. I now have a new favorite Italian restaurant. I'm glad they have come to Bartlett and are not part of a chain. I love supporting my local community. I can definitely say we will be back.
Awesome! You don't go to the Windjammer to eat - although the bar food is decent - you go for drinks, the fun crowd and the karaoke. We had a blast.
I attended an event for the University of Memphis Law School and everything was eclectic. DeJavu Restaurant was the caterer, and he served top of the line New Orleans Cuisine. I will have to say this event at 300 South Main Gallery is one of the most well put together events I have ever attended.
Gee, somebody's an a biggotted jerk. Anyway, I loved the place. Always have.
I wish I could've written this sooner, but alas, my work schedule is long hours on certain days. Less than a week ago I went to the TJMulligans on Houston Levee Rd in Cordova, TN to have a few drinks after work and unwind with that lovely pastime “Buzztime Trivia”. There was only one other player at the time, and after a few unsuccessful attempts to conversate across the 15 foot gap between us, he moved chairs to sit directly to my left, sharing the TV I was watching. I won't mention his name but it starts with an 'R' and rhymes with 'Peed'. At first we were having fun, talking trash, making jokes and explaining our (sometimes poor) trivia selections. It is at this time that I should say I'm a 29 year old normally attractive, married, tomboyish female who does not 'flirt' but enjoys normal people conversation. I have lived in 'Murica my whole life and have no problems having normal 'people sitting across the aisle on a bus' or 'people you see at the smoking section at work' or 'people who cashier your groceries' chit-chat conversation. I was a bartender and server for many years and have never had a problem treating all people equally and with respect- regardless of age, sex, orientation, race or any other bu||sh#t divisors. Under no invitation on my part, this guy decides to put his right hand on my (very) upper left thigh and give it a rolling squeeze. I was shocked. I know I'm probably a lucky member of the female persuasion in that I had never been groped in such a manner, but I have had drunk a$$hole$ swat at my waitressing behind as I'm walking by with a tray of food (to which they got a stern WTF reprisal). I gave this jerk the benefit of the doubt (I know) and said, “I did NOT give you permission to touch me, do it again and I will taze you.” Now I didn't have my taser on me, but somehow I thought the phrase made it more clear that his advances were not welcome. What does this lookalike for a certain fictional character baring the chest tattoo “I AM A RAPIST PIG” do? He takes his fat, sausage-like appendages and grabs my upper thigh again in a rolling squeeze- this time sliding his corpustular fingers into my inner thigh area and Strongly “massaging” my flesh between his nasty, shameful “I'll do what I want” digits. With a pervert's smirk no less. I yelped out “WTF, Man!?”, physically pushed his arm away to make him let go, and moved down to a different seat. This is where the story gets interesting. I immediately told the female bartender while in earshot of the Molesting Meat Pocket (MMP) and at least one barback. She said “I'll talk to him.” She DID NOT. The MMP proceeded to talk about how I'm drunk, I'm always drunk, yadda yadda, he didn't touch me, lies, lies etc. Now, being of Irish descent, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that 2 drinks does not a drunk me make. But that's besides the point. Even if I were wearing gogo boots and a tube top instead of cargo pants and a tshirt, even if I had been on my tenth drink instead of my second, HE DOES NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO MOLEST ME! As I watched him being served another drink and his food order without ANYTHING being done about it, I again let the bar staff know that I had just been sexually molested in front of them. NOTHING WAS DONE. I happened to see the same female bartender in the ladies room just after that where I complained a third time and demonstrated (on myself, not on her) exactly what he had done. “I'll talk to him.” SHE DID NOT. Apparently the MMP is a 'regular' and can buy his way out of repercussions. All of a sudden it hit me. This is what those women in India go through with their 'Eve-Teasing'. They are molested, assaulted, and nothing is done about it when they report to the authorities. The assaults are bad enough, but the most infuriating part is that NO ONE DOES ANYTHING.
Would I recommend TJMulligans in Cordova? Only if you enjoy being felt up by disgusting, MMPs at the bar, in front of the morally devoid waitstaff, only to have your protests ignored in favor of slimy, under-the-table $5 tips that are 'earned' at your expense.
I am simply stunned that the manager doesn't take contracts seriously. It takes a lot of planning to plan any type of event and to be thrown to the sign because she isn't famous as other is beyond unprofessional. I would definitely be careful when using this place... I would hate for all of your planning to go to waste.
They didn't honor a contract for a baby shower and gave the hostess only days notice that someone they thought was more important would be using the facility that day. How did he expect her to find a new facility and notify all the guests in just a few days. Then to suggest that she use the place across the street was a slap in the face. The signed contract didn't mean anything to the owner. I surely would have sued him!!!
Manager of this place believes that when he enters into a contract with someone that contract becomes null and void if something he feels is more important comes up. He completely disregarded a client who planned to have a baby shower at his establishment for a booksigning that was 4 hours after her scheduled event so that they could "set up" for the booksigning. He then proceeded to rectify the situation by sending her to another venue across the street. I would never use the establishment. Let's teach this manager that all customers are important and should be treated equally!
What the manager of this place did to a client trying to have a baby shower at this establishment was dead wrong.He then proceeded to tell her a flat out lie.People please be careful of this establishment,if im ever in Memphis I will not be stopping by the 300 S Main Street Gallery...
The manager of this place put it out to a potential client, with a signed contract that they overbooked and said that it was The Neely's and lied to try to make the renter feel unimportant. Shame on it all. The 300 S. Main Street Gallery will never get a dime of my money. There is no reason why they could not honor their agreement with you for an event from 1-3 when the next event starts at 7:30.
Eat shoguns for good food at great prices. Eat well is expensive dog food. Let the Memphis Asian war commence!
great place and great food, EXTREMELY crowded on saturdays and people can be rude in the cluster. other than that my family loves the place.
great location, great food, great tea !
A group of us went there for lunch a little while back & none of us were disappointed. As a matter of fact, everyone is the group said we needed to come back & try something different.
It's a chain restaurant, the food is average, but plenty of it.
I'd skip $5 Wednesday's, they cut the portions in half and really skim on sauce.
By Louis Goggans
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