Enigma

Walking up to Enigma, a new bar in the cultural district, seemed like a terrible idea. It is purple. Really purple. There are purple-lit question marks on the walls. There was a band finishing up a set and the place was pretty dead. Then we found out that it’s owned by the Grille on Seventh people where we had such a weirdly bad experience. Can we hold all of this against them? Yes. What we can’t hold against them is their choice in bartenders.

Enigma is half bar, half lounge with a lot of tacky mismatched couches that no one was using, all awash in purple neon light. We decided on one quick drink; it didn’t seem like our kind of place. Then our bartender poured our Jameson shots in a waterfall and charmed the pants off us, figuratively. We have said it over and over: a bartender really makes the bar. He was charming and charismatic, making us feel much better about the place and its chance for success. It was the exact opposite of the bartender experience we had at Grille on Seventh. Also, their bar stools have hydraulics. Which, no lie, amused A for a good 5 minutes. He is unashamed.

Will we ever go here again? No. Should you ever go here? We wouldn’t make a spectacular effort. Do we want to hang out with that bartender? All the time.

Address:	130 Seventh St, 15222	Games:	None
Façade:	Scary	Scene:	?
Parking:	Wear Walking Shoes	Patio/Outdoor:	No
Kitchen:	Bar Food	Cleanliness:	Normal
Smoking:	None	Jukebox:	None
Hours:	4pm-2am Closed Sun-Mon	Cig Machine:	No
Drink Prices:	Richie Rich	# taps:	6
Bathrooms:	Sit	Specials:	Happy Hour and Late
Live music:	Sometimes	Riley Factor:	$14
ATM:	No	Cash Only	No
TVs:	0	Size:	Normal