The Great Nabob

The Nabob is a perfect neighborhood pub. No, the drinks aren’t spectacular. The service is friendly although I’ve had my drink order mixed up more than a few times. But the food is YUMMY. Despite it’s dark, divey look and tiny kitchen, this place cooks up some mean meals, with surprisingly fancy flair. We love coming here for happy hour or a full dinner and are always full and satisfied. Their yam fries are my jam, and their ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ sliders (beef and bacon) are not-​to-​be-​missed. Also the poutine… mmm. They always have weekly food specials too — I haven’t tried many but I’m always tempted because they sound so good.
The moral is: not a place to go out of your way to, but definitely some of the best casual eats in the neighborhood. Great spot for hanging with friends any night of the week.

Exactly what I’m looking for in a dive bar when I’m out of town and I just want to find a place to chill out have a few good drinks and shoot some pool. One of the great surprises was that rounds of pool or free here. If you order a book drink at the bar and are in the middle of a game the bartender who’s nice enough to bring them out to you and your guest at the table that was amazing. Everybody here does their own thing easy to strike up a conversation and ease drop on anything from how the Seattle Seahawks are doing to whether or not they’re catching what type of fish from what lake or ocean that day crazy great low-​key bar do you hang out with the locals and find out what’s going on in town.

Love coming here! Great casual place to have a drink. Andrea was super friendly and made sure our glasses did not stay empty.

Great hangout bar, wonderful food and a comfortable environment!

This place has a local neighborhood bar like feel but still has an upscale food menu. We came in for a drink since this place was right down the street. The bartender’s service was beyond exceptional, offering tastes of beers on taps and even doing a bit of mixology to make a drink that was no longer on the menu.

It’s not a particularly upscale joint, nor is it a dive, just a neighborhood bar. Now their drinks aren’t particularly spectacular or inventive, but they do pretty well at the basics, and seem to rate their dozen-​or-​so taps pretty regularly. They have pool, traditional darts, and trivia on Mondays (I think it was Monday’s); pool and darts are free, I’m sure trivia costs something.
What really sets them apart for me is the food. They have a fairly diverse menu for a bar, with a constantly rotating specials menu, and a killer happy hour. My wife and I have been here three times and gotten something to eat each time, we’ve never been disappointed. The sliders are great and diverse, I’ve had perfectly done salmon (not overdone, as is common), peach salad with goat cheese.
This isn’t your standard bar food, it’s a cut above. The bartenders have been generally friendly, the average patron seems perfectly nice (no obnoxious frat boys, or screaming drunk women), and they’ve got various bar games to entertain groups. 5*‘s

I really enjoyed my time at The Great Nabob.
It’s a super friendly place to spend time with your friends, coworkers or family. This is my 4^th time at the bar, and every time the service has been great and the food is good as well.
I’m treated like a regular, but am not one (might change if I were to move to Seattle!)
Board games, cold beer, and good times. What else do you need.

My ex and I have lived across the street from this place for a year. Each of us would come in here on occasion. The service was pretty average but we both liked their steak salad and steak fries.
On one of our last nights in Lower Queen Anne we were returning from a movie and I was feeling hungry so I decided to stop by the Nabob to order a steak salad to go. On my way in I was accosted by a bouncer (K.T. who was sitting outside in the dark) who asked me for ID — not a biggie as I’m only 28 and don’t wear a beard so I can look quite young. After I gave him my ID and he looked back and forth between my picture and my face (the only thing that’s notably different is that my DL shows me wearing glasses and I wasn’t wearing glasses in person that day) he apparently had some doubts because he started questioning me about everything that my ID says, including my full name, birth date, my weight, and so on. He really made me feel uncomfortable and as if were being interrogated on the spot, and gave me attitude when I was hesitant to announce my personal information out loud on the street for everybody to hear. Finally he (reluctantly) let me in, but apparently for whatever reason he still had doubts because he had a chat with the bartender. As I sat down trying to calm down after a stressful confrontation with the doorman, the bartender approached and asked for my ID again (keep in mind that I wasn’t even trying to order drinks and stay, this was supposed to be a quick «get in, get my steak salad to go and get out» situation). So at this point I’ve had enough, swore at the bartender (who responded with «Get the f#@$ out!») and left.
During my 4 years of living in Seattle I’ve never been treated with such suspicion and disrespect at a drinking establishment. This place clearly doesn’t care about how they treat their customers and needless to say I won’t be returning again.

Well… We saw the happy hour sign and decided it looks fun-​divey… There’s a lot of potential here. Bartender lost major points when he shook my friends manhattan instead of stirring it. DO NOT SHAKE MY MANHATTAN! Being that we are in Seattle I expected that this would be known. There are other areas where I always specify… But I really think Seattle Bartenders should already know this. I tried a Basil Collins… It’s basically a Mojito with basil instead of mint and gin instead of Tequila… I wish it had said so on the description. Gin and Basil sounded good but not the way it turned out. It was somewhat refreshing but just not my style of drink. The bartender was nice enough but not especially friendly so this review is very much just based off the drinks. Like I said, it has potential.

I live close by and have been here several times.
Terrible service, arrogant unskilled bar tenders who couldn’t care less about you unless you’re a young hot girl (several other reviewers have said the same — it’s totally true), terrible food, divey-​like and dysfunctional wanna-​be-​gastropub atmosphere, poorly maintained bathrooms, and to top it off I’ve encountered several queerphobes who apparently haven’t a clue that Seattle is supposed to be a queer friendly place — it’s like you walked into Alabama or something, this place just attracts bigots like the plague.
Needless to say, there are such better places to go in Seattle, plenty nearby within walking distance at that rate. I’m surprised that they’re still in business to be quite honest.

My friends had reserved space in advance for a large group at the Nabob on a Saturday evening. We were planning to party with 50+ people after a choir concert, and the Nabob was going to get tons and tons of cash and love. But that didn’t happen, because the Nabob’s management canceled that reservation unceremoniously once my friends got there, because apparently they were «too busy» to honor the reservation. There were maybe 30 people in the bar, and most of them all spread out, hogging bar space and playing darts. (Luckily, the Nabob didn’t seem like that great of a place to hang out in a big group, anyway (but they shouldn’t have agreed to a 50+ person reservation if that’s so); there’s not a ton of space and almost no seating.)
Has the Nabob management ever worked or been to a bar on Capitol Hill, or anywhere else in Queen Anne on a Saturday night? They don’t know the meaning of «busy,» is what I’m getting at, or of good customer service. We took our business elsewhere, and it won’t be back.

Free pool, free darts, good sliders. Good happy hour that brings a lot of cool people to. Nice tv seating

Staff was friendly but the décor was lacking.

Really chill spot, nestled in lower queen anne but a bit towards south lake union. Amazing fries/​sweet potato fries and dipping sauces. Great beer selection and specials, chill environment with pool and darts.

The bartender is on point and there to please.
It is a great little place that I have fallen in love with.
Burger Sliders that are made with ground bacon and beef? How can you say no?
I’m saying if you want to pass this place up great… that will leave me a place at the bar.
But you’ll miss out on some amazing food and drinks.

Came here for dinner and drinks with friends. The food wasn’t good, and there was a dog sitting on top of the window inside the restaurant very close to our table. It belonged to another customer, but it was disgusting. I could see the dog hair on the tables.
After dinner, we went over to play some darts in celebration of our friend’s birthday. A couple people ordered shots and the bartender brought an extra one. We assumed it was for the birthday girl or an accident, but without saying anything he slide it to the back of our table. Weird, right?
You’ll never guess what happened next, he came back over a few minutes later and took the shot himself! I made it clear that we did not purchase that shot. He continued to take shots on the other side of the bar the rest of the night.
I might have overlooked it if he wasn’t such a jerk. Clearly the guy has an alcohol problem and I don’t know how the bar can afford to keep him on while he’s drinking all their profits away. It was so tacky.
Needless to say, we won’t ever go back.

The Great Nabob? Not so great for me. What does Nabob stand for anyway? I’ll tell you: Non-​attentive Asshole Bartender Occupied with the Babes. Good one, huh?! I just came up with that.
Here’s why they get that acronym: I was wandering around Lower Queen Anne, a cool, somewhat sleepy area of Seattle, searching for a place to quench my thirst. I see a red Crow sign, and instinctively walk toward it, partly because of the movie, The Crow. I think of Brandon Lee, who died in a tragic accident on the set, and is buried in Lake View Cemetery in Seattle. Crow is closed. That should have been an omen not to visit the establishment next door, Nabob. Initially, I walk past it and end up at McMenamins a few blocks away. But since it is dead inside, I make my way back to the Nabob and go in because I hear the power chords of vintage eighties metal gods, Iron Maiden.
A few sips into my summer beverage of choice, a vodka tonic, a friend calls me who is upset. Since the Butt rock and phone calls don’t mix, I step outside, leaving my drink on the counter without doing the napkin shield over my drink to protect it from the wandering hands of over-​zealous bar staff. Big mistake. I stand outside on the sidewalk, but keep a watchful eye on my drink and the bartender, who is paying much more attention to the attractive woman I was sitting next to than anything else in the bar.
After a few moments, I watch in horror as my infant drink is snatched from of my weary eyes and sent to its watery grave in the bar sink. When I went back in and sat down in the same exact chair, I asked the bartender for a new drink to replace the one he had just harvested. He then said, «So you want a free drink?» And I said, «Yes, you took mine.» Again, he asked if I wanted a «free» drink and then asked, «Are you hot and do you have a vagina?»
Not the usual bartender-​patron chit chat. I don’t consider myself «hot» and my birth certificate says «male» so sorry bud, no vagina, although I’m not certain he didn’t have one. Therefore, the answer to his question was no. We went back and forth for a while on the free drink/​hot-​vagina issue. I finally asked him why he had to be such a dick. I told him I had to go outside to take an emergency phone call and he prematurely took my drink (I wonder what else he does prematurely?). His response was that he saw me outside for 45 minutes on the phone (a lie-​it was only about 10 minutes). Why would he notice me outside on the phone but not remember me ordering a drink from him 15 minutes before that? There were about 5 people sitting at the bar! Bad memory, possibly. Early stages of Alzheimer’s, again, a possibility. Thinking with his little head? Bingo!
Finally, after admitting that he didn’t hear me say that I had already ordered a drink, he reluctantly gave me a new one, but lectured me about the napkin shield. Whatever. I got up from the bar, wandered around for a bit and took a few sips of my new drink, went to the restroom, dumped about half of it out because I couldn’t stomach the place any longer and sauntered out into the cool Seattle night.
So, short story long (as my friend would say), if you go to Nabob, watch out for VDBs, Vagina-​Dick Bartenders. Thankfully, by the time most of you read this review, this particular VDB will be gone (6 days left by his own admission to the woman next to me). But beware, once their foul stench infects an area, VDBs are like SBDs – the kind of farts that are spawned from a dreaded mix of hard-​boiled eggs/​cabbage and beans/​Blue Diamond Almonds, released in a car with rolled up windows, cooking in the desert sun – they will make you retch and will linger for an eternity.

Edit: used to go here 2 – 4 times a month but last time I was in the bartender was unbelievably rude. Hopefully it was just an off night for her.
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I’ve been here about half a dozen times now. Service is consistent, food is good. However I tried the ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ sliders tonight and I have to say you’re day is not complete without having them. 50% beef, 50% bacon. With some sort of delicious aioli. Your taste buds will highly approve.

I enjoy this place! I come often for late night, dinner, and occasional lunch.
While it is still bar-​food-​esque, it’s bumped up a few notches. They have AMAZING fries. Definitely try them with the chipotle aioli (I think any of the servers will tell you that), though the garlic sauce is great if you’re in the mood (it’s very garlicky).
I’ve had a few of their daily soups and they never disappoint. Nothing on their menu has, either. The manny’s chicken sandwich, Irish interloper sandwich, & ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ sliders are my faves. They also have a delicious salad, too.
In the back they have darts! Though, don’t attempt if you haven’t tried and are disoriented and wobbly… please. I’ve seen someone almost get one in the face. They also have pool, though you will probably have to wait in line. Please be courteous to those in line.
In front they have a selection of board games, but you can always bring your own.
BONUS: they allow dogs!

This is my new preconcert venue if I am heading to the Key.
I have been by twice and really enjoy the food and the atmosphere. I love the ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ sliders (half beef/​half ground bacon). They can be a bit generous with the garlic mayo so I always ask for it on the side. They fries could be a single order if you are hungry, but they are great for sharing.
They have a good drink menu and booze selection. I have been a little disappointed with the beer selection on tap. There usually is something that just calls out to me on every beer menu, but this one can be a bit boring.
The service has always been friendly and helpful. It can get a little slow if it is busy.