Bar Louie - Patriot Place — Restaurant in Foxborough

If possible, I would give this place a zero. We were in town from Florida for the Kenny Chesney concert. We wanted to grab some drinks and food prior to the show so we headed to Bar Louie. We sat at the bar, which was not very busy at all. After about 5 minutes, a bartender came over and greeted us. We ordered 2 beers and told her to give us a couple minutes to look over the menu. We got the beers and then waited and waited. During this time, we watched another bartender scream at other patrons and threaten to have them thrown out. Their offense was that someone ordered 3 shots, one of their party was in the bathroom, so she refused to give them the third shot until the other person was back (understandable) when the other person came back, he asked for the third shot which was when she started screaming at them telling them she needed to see that person's ID. She was extremely rude. The reason we were able to see this was it was 15 minutes since we had gotten our beers. During that time, we had tried extremely hard to get one of the 3 bartenders attention. We finally got the attention of a different bartender. When she came over, my husband said, we have been waiting a while to place an order, can we place an order with you? She says yes, no apology, nothing. We ordered lettuce wraps, a wedge salad, a pasta meal, a philly cheese steak and another round of beers. She was gone before we could ask to make sure that the lettuce wraps and salads would come out first. And then we started waiting again. 10 minutes later and we still didn't have our second round of beers. We got the attention of a different bartender and told her to cancel our food order and give us our bill. She didn't ask why or try to find out what the problem was, it was just OK and got our bill. If I managed or owned this place, I would be furious. We would have stayed there and drank, it would have easily been a $100 tab. The bartenders are rude and are running patrons away.

Well, as you can see from the response below, he would like me to contact him, I went on their Facebook page to look, there is no way to contact him directly. but, while we were doing this, we found that not only did we get charged for the couple of beers we had (17.48) but we also had a charge on the following day for $36.99 charged to our card. That second charge is impossible for us to have made considering we were flying back to Florida. We are in the process of disputing the charge with our credit...

I went there twice. Here were my experiences. First time I went their for lunch with a friend. We at on the roof top. The set up was nice...but in walking up there, we saw all the waitresses hanging out and not doing much. That seemed to be the theme. Pretty girls who were inattentive and didn't know how to serve. The food was very small portions for the price but the quality was good. It was impossible, however, to get a second drink.

Last night I was there on their burger night. We got there at 6:45 and were seated at 7:20. There were open tables...but they weren't getting bussed. There were three hostesses. 2 of their outfits were 'questionable'. Then we were seated. We ordered drinks and food and waited for 1 more in our party to come. We only ordered burgers, tater tots and a salad. The drinks came in about 15 minutes. By then, our other person came in and was ignored by the 2 girls who brought the drinks. in 30 minutes, our friend was able to order a drink and a burger. 30 minutes later, the beer comes to the table. 20 minus later the first burger and salad combination comes. The medium rare burger was inedible....burnt and dry and a drink that was ordered came in and was so sickly sweet that a 7 year old wouldn't drink it. Nobody came to check on us. The salad was tough to find out about as nobody had given us silverware nor condiment. We went and stole a fork from an empty table.

Finally someone came over and let us know that we could get the burger cooked again but there's no way to tell how long it would take....I told her to just take it away. Now it was 8:45 (2.5 hours in) our last burger had not come out..we had an inedible one and a drink that couldn't be had...no water brought to us.

This was one of our worst dining experiences ever. We wound up going across the way to 5 guys and got 3 burgers in 4 minutes and took everyone home.

There seems to be no management there at all. The one thing they have a lot of is very pretty young ladies who have no idea...

There’s a certain poetry to finding a bar nestled in Patriots Place, the beating heart of New England sports fervor. This particular spot, filled with the earthy aroma of draft beer and the echo of sports commentary from wall-to-wall televisions, might be mistaken for any ordinary sports bar. But it was anything but.

The night started innocently enough: a bustling Friday, the air charged with excitement as Patriots fans poured in, sporting their navy blue and red jerseys. The bar’s layout was a shrine to their collective obsession—Brady jerseys framed on the walls, a mural of Gillette Stadium, and even a menu featuring items like the “Belichick Burger” and “Gronk Nachos.” Every table was a sea of team pride and optimism. And yet, by the end of the evening, the most memorable part of the experience wasn’t the drinks, the food, or the ambiance—it was the tears. Oh, the tears.

This wasn’t just any football game. This was a classic Patriots outing: a last-minute victory sealed by some miraculous, logic-defying play that only the Patriots seem to pull off. For any other fanbase, this would have been a moment of jubilation, high-fives, and maybe a little drunken euphoria. But for the Patriots faithful, it was different. As the final seconds ticked away and their team clinched a win, the room didn’t erupt into cheers. Instead, the mood shifted, and something remarkable happened. Grown adults—stoic men in their 40s, women decked out in custom jerseys, and even the occasional beanie-clad teenager—began to cry. And not tears of joy.

You see, Patriots fans don’t cry because they lose. They cry because they win, but not in the right way. That night, the offense hadn’t been “efficient enough.” The quarterback threw “too many interceptions.” The defense allowed “a few unnecessary plays.” Despite the win, their conversations echoed with disdain. “This team doesn’t have the magic anymore,” lamented one man to his friend over a pint of IPA. “Belichick’s losing his touch,” muttered another,...