Once the location of a bumbling beat poet bar, with Bukowski written on the tablecloths and ambiguous classification of the washrooms, The Charlatan has gutted whatever was left from the beat generation and scrubbed the "poetry" off the walls in the bathroom.
Renovations have kept the bar's three levels, with the couches next to the fireplace on the second level acting as the nicest seat in the house. Think unnecessary wine glasses hanging upside down around the bar, and dimmed track lighting next to the pipes on the high ceilings.
It's like the poets got real jobs, grew out of their immaterial Zens, and decided that they would prefer leather couches, attractive waitresses, Caesars with 3 green beans, and yam fries with their lamb burger. But it is spacious, with very good service, and has a wide range of beers at moderate prices. There is an outdoor deck as well, but it is obviously rendered moot by rain more often then not. Cozy and snug, expect Yuppies and DINKS (Double Income No Kids), and tables to seat you and up to 7 of your friends. read more
