Black Cat

We like to imagine that when Black Cat came to be, someone took a squeaky-clean space, declared, “I’m gonna make this a real dive,” threw in some black paint and a Big Buck Hunter machine, and then hoped for crowds of people wearing flannels and jeans that look like they were chewed up by dogs. The result is a cool spot where you could bring your entire group of friends to sit in a big booth and drink mint julep slushies. And despite the fact that it’s smack in the middle of the insanity that is Belltown’s bar scene, it’s never too crowded here. So, you’ll be able to hear what everyone is saying, and you hopefully won’t touch any wads of used gum under the table. Be advised that the drinks here are strong, as in, mistakenly-leave-your-laptop-bag and-credit-card-behind strong.