The Palms Bar and Grill

Yelp! says it best... "Eek! Methinks not!"I honestly thought that I was going to make it through my college career without having to step foot in The Palms, but when our annual architecture school soiree ended up here, I couldn't help myself. Oh lawdy, why oh why, The Palms?The place could hardly be called a "grill", and the bar is dark, musty-smelling, and the music is far too loud. The only good thing about the place was the pool table, which we spent the whole hour and a half standing around.It should come as no surprise that the party ended early, and moved to Brunos Bar & Tavern- a much more savory location!

This used to be Waldo's. They have heads/tails night on Friday where you can flip a quarter and call it and if you get it right you drink free. Very much a Tulane hangout bar and seems to be more for earlier drinking.

The Palms is a complete dive bar, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. But this has to be the nastiest dive bar in the city. Even the Christmas Lounge, which is practically a shed with a tarp over it, is nicer than this place. They apparently seldom mop the floors, as you hear a gross sticky sound every step you take. The bathrooms are particularly bad in that respect, except the source of the stickiness on the floor is not spilled beer, but something else! So make you you DO NOT wear sandals!Lastly, the bouncer is more likely to create a scene and pick a fight with a potential customer than he is to keep order.

I think Shannon may have highlighted one of the only redeeming qualities of this bar, the heads/tails game on Fridays. I've been here on a few occasions for our guy friends to "shark" the college kids in a game of pool and for a friend's White Trash Bash. Like I've said in the past about bars of this nature, if you have enough friends, you can create a bubble...sometimes. If you're not a college kid, there really is absolutely no reason for you to be in this bar. Don't set your expectations higher than Senior Year, and that's reaching. One thing that has set The Palms apart from other college dive bars I've been to, is that the girls are pretty damn forward. Ladies, Hold On To Yer Men! I've been to the college bars Uptown, and have had some young whippersnappers hit on me, but every single time I've been to The Palms, my boyfriend and his friends are propositioned left and right. I will retell one story of hilarity that I remember fondly of The Palms...So there's a stripper pole. With lounge-y seats around it with God knows what kind of regret growing on them. Well, two pretty young things that might've just finished their day shift on Bourbon (working their way through college, of course) flounced on over to the pole, and showed that pole who's boss. Every guy and most of the girls in the bar couldn't help but ogle at this impromptu performance. That is until Big Bertha and her sister Hippy Helena caught sight of how much fun the toothpick twins were having. Somehow Helena and Bertha managed to unhinge the two noodles and put on a show of their own. The spell had been broken, and I've never seen so many neck injuries from whiplash occurring simultaneously. I looked on with a smile as these two full-figured dancers, in their own right, performed acrobatics learned only through experience, though the upside down slow go down the pole looked a little painful from my angle. That night, I was happy to have visited The Palms. ;)

Atmosphere is fun and friendly. The addition to the patio area is a great place to grab a drink and chill with your friends during happy hour

Love this place. Number one bar around here. Always a good time with great staff and great music.

Most reviews are pretty old. Went 10/26/24 around 11:30PM. Guy at the door made me show my ID in LA Wallet although I had a perfectly fine license. Very scrutinizing tone. College bar for Tulaners who graduated from the boot. Hardly a grill. I stepped in to take a piss, looked around, and walked out.

If you have any visible tattoos you will not be let in. Nobody was in there and they still had the audacity to say that because I had a visible tattoo, I was not allowed in.

They legit refused to give me water. I ordered a shot with two waters and the bartender told me that she could give me a shot but I'd have to wait for the waters because she had "paying customers" to take care of first. I already thought this was weird because my friends were desperate for water and it's easier to make than a shot but I believed she would make it and waited. After about 10 minutes of her making other drinks and ignoring us my friend checked on the waters and the bartender said "I have all these paying customers" again and ignored us. I think it's really weird and dangerous to refuse to give customers water at a bar, especially because we actually were paying customers.

The palms is always super crowded and the bar tenders cannot keep up with the amount of girls ordering vodka cranberries. That being said, it gets real rowdy sometimes and can be fun to people watching. They also have really nice door guys who have to put up with a lot and always have a smile on their face.