Honor Farm

I don't ever write reviews, but last night my girlfriend and I experienced some truly gross bar etiquete and after a lot of deliberation I have to say something. To be completely transparent, we're both huge fans of The Electric Cure and have been many times, we had never been to Honor Farm or HOHWT and decided to end our 8th anniversary celebration by stopping in to try some cocktails out. We walk in around 8:30 and there aren't many people inside. Most of the empty places to sit are blocked with the glasses and dishes of previous patrons. We notice there's only one bartender, so we move to the bar make things easier on him. He's at the opposite end of the bar talking to a couple. We're constantly making eye contact but he isn't moving from his conversation or signaling that he'll be with us soon. After over 5 minutes of sitting at the bar that still has dirty dishes and uncollected payment slips on it he comes over, sticks his hand out to us and asks "What are your names again?". We shake his hand and introduce ourselves, but we've never met before. His name is Jake. It was odd, but at least we can order now. I get a mezcal drink and my girlfriend is interested in their Cosmo but has a rosemary allergy so she opts for a gin drink instead. The entire time, he's running his hands over his face and through his hair, on his stomach, he's slurring his words, he's rubbing his hands together, and he's beginning to say things just to suddenly stop and start all over again. The couple from the other side of the bar gets up to leave and Jake pulls them into conversation again trying to get them to try Malort. He pours shots from a tap and spills it all over his hands that are holding the shot glasses and hands it to them. They look visibly uncomfortable as they declined the malort but it was handed to them anyway. They try it, they say they hate it, he says "You're welcome." He still hasn't started on our drinks. He's still touching his hair/slurring. Almost another 5 minutes pass for this entire exchange to happen and he finally grabs some bar tools. They look like they've been used as they're visibly foamy. These are going to be the shakers our drinks are made in. In trying to make conversation with us and make the drinks at the same time, he knocks over a syrup and a thinner mystery liquid. While making our drinks he asks what we want to order. He starts apologizing, supposedly his opener really screwed him today which is why everything is a mess. Jake looks at a girl at the bar and asks her if she wants his last cigarette. She accepts, he stops making our drinks to get a cigarette that he puts in his mouth. She doesn't have a lighter so he offers her one from behind the bar. The one next to all the ingredients that go into the drinks. Neither of them can get the lighter to work. Cig is still in his mouth. He's trying to light it from behind the bar but gives up, giving her the cigarette from his mouth and the bar lighter, telling her to take it with her and bring it back. Love that. It feels like an eternity as we're quietly watching him go through the process of making our drinks with dirty equipment. Then it gets worse. He grabs a 2 inch cube with his bare hands and holds it in his palm to use an ice brand on it. The cube for my drink being held in the hand that hasn't been washed of his hair or face or his stomach or the malort or the cigarette or god knows what else, and when he's done branding the cube, he puts it near his mouth and provides one last round of seasoning by blowing all of the melted water off of it before plopping the cube into my rocks glass. Did the dirty shakers previously touch any rosemary? Who knows. He drops off our drinks, but they lost their value to us long before we ever received them. We pay and retreat. We can't end our anniversary on a note like that, so we cautiously move upstairs to HOHWT. There are 3 staff up there. A tall blonde girl, a short girl with black hair, and a guy with long black hair. It's much busier up here with the only two places to sit being at the bar. We can see the drinks being made, they're clean and organized. We stay for 2 rounds of drinks in a vibe similar to that we expect and enjoy from Electric Cure. It now makes why no one is downstairs and everyone is upstairs. These 3 staff absolutely saved our night and most likely countless other patron's nights so any negativity in this review doesn't reflect on them or HOHWT at all. Only Jake. While HOHWT saved the night, I will absolutely never, ever get another drink from any of the spots within the unholy trinity if Jake is the one in charge of making it and I'm warning everyone else to do the same.

I can't believe I haven't left a review yet! This spot is our go-to for so many things. Even though we live about 30 minutes away, we make it a point to visit every chance we get, especially for their fun themes--whether it's Halloween, Christmas, or anything else, we're there!The interior is always so fun and perfectly themed. It's usually busy when we visit, so getting a drink can take a little time, but it's always worth the wait. The bartenders are efficient, and we're typically served in no time.Despite the crowds, we've been lucky to snag a first-come table most times, though we've also enjoyed sitting at the bar. The samosa bar is a fantastic option for food--everything we've tried has been great!

Love commitment to spooky. Excellent drinks with so much thoughtful detail. Overall fun place to talk shot with coworkers.

Tastefully derogatory! Loved it!! Great drinks, top-notch bartender, eerie Halloween decorations. 1526 Blake Street, built in 1863, was once Charles Eyser's Saloon and a notorious brothel, steeped in lawlessness and violence. The spirits of its tragic history still linger, haunting the bar. The Honor Farm conceals a network of tunnels used during Prohibition for illicit trade. These tunnels, witnesses to wickedness, contribute to the bar's infamy, attracting spirits and paranormal activity. Lydia, a former siren of the saloon, met a tragic end, and her spectral presence in booth #3 causes chaos. Below, a dark vault from the 1880s holds sinister stories of Lower Downtown's past, with ties to defiant prostitutes and audacious thieves.

This is one of my favorite spots. I love the tongue-in-cheek decor and maybe not so tongue-in-cheek too. The drinks are great, if on the pricier side. But that's not unusual for these kind of crafted drinks. The bar also has a fun, rotating event calendar with themed nights and pop-ups. They do add an automatic gratuity, which they are fully transparent about, and I don't necessarily mind. Sometimes, though, the bartenders can be a bit--I don't want to say unfriendly--but maybe a bit aloof. We've also equally had some really rad bartenders, too. Regardless, the bartenders are efficient, and we're typically served in no time. It really is all about the drinks, anyway. And even though they can get really crowded, we've never really had a problem getting a spot and service.

There was a $5 per person cover charge, which seemed fine until we got in, had a seat upstairs, and then never had anyone serve us despite being there for over 30 minutes. Such a waste of time and money.

Honor Farm wasn't originally our stop but since Hell or High Water Tiki was taking last calls, we decided to settle and get a sharable drink at Honor Farm instead! However...we were waiting for at least 15 minutes by the bar for the bartender to notice us but alas, other customers (even the ones that came in after us) got served first. It was already throwing us off but we still wanted to try the place. Next bump on the road was that the sharable drink we got was so small! On the menu, it said that it was good for 2-3 people but wow, the size of that drink could be a for a single person and not more. It was very disappointing but it was good we tried so we wouldn't question it. P.S. there is a 20% gratuity even if you are a single person - make sure to come as a group to make it worth it.

We were not too impressed with this place. We arrived at 5:00 p.m. on a Friday and they weren't even open. You'd think that since it's a weekend, they would be ready to get the party started when they say they opened, which was 5:00 p.m. They finally opened their doors around 5:15 p.m., put out the sign, and then walked off. No one gave us a friendly greeting at all. It was like we didn't exist. We finally had to talk to the bartender and ask if we just seated ourselves. Luckily the waiter was friendly. That was their saving grace. The food at the Samosa Shop was decent. We ordered the "secret" samosa right when they opened up (again, we were one of the first ones there) and they told us after we ordered that they were out. How is that possible? We ordered the regular samosas and they were good but they weren't warm on the inside. The fries were out of this world...some of the best I've ever had. The kerala fried chicken sandwich was good. The vindaloo chicken tacos were also good. As my friend said afterward, this place wasn't worth the hype, especially if you are treated like a pariah when you walk in the door after they open late. If they had been friendly from the moment we walked in, this would be a higher rating.

I was only in Denver for weekend and someone in my group really wanted to come here for the haunted bit. Didn't have to wait upon entrance, seemed that the tiki bar upstairs was muchhh more popular it had like an hour wait. Anyway, it's only bar service and they have the entire bar full of seats. The only area of the bar that wasn't lined w seats, only the bar back is standing there so nope can't buy drinks from him. So the alternative to shout and squish between people stupid enough to sit at the bar. Just a bad set up. We each got all different drinks, tried 6 different ones in total and they were all terrible. Especially the ones with the coconut cream. I think it must've gone bad because any drink with it was just sour. Vibes weren't even good honestly, I'd skip it.

A spooky good time! This place has cool Halloween decor and great drinks. Hell or High Water Tiki is upstairs.