Ms. Mae's — Restaurant in New Orleans

what to say about this place, this is a known local spot that I had frequented years and years before any of those bartenders you have now were there. it's only seemingly busier because many other spots are now closed due to the storm and covid, you had to connect the two. sometimes there aren't that many options anymore, but that doesn't excuse charging someone $8 for a vodka sprite which is unheard of and petty. I've had these bartenders far more interested in me when dudes were so drunk outside they were literally knocking over tables but you more interested in what I got going on. I don't even talk to nobody unless I really know them so it baffles me. I've also been blind-sided by the female bartender while waiting for the bathroom, lol. like dude. control your alcohol. if you can't hold your liquor then please don't drink on the clock, pretty simple concept, but apparently not I guess. not much I can say that won't be apparent upon entering, but the sudden rise in business is not because yall are doing a good job of keeping people around, it's because most places are closed and when they reopen people aren't going to forget how they were treated. ought to be embarrassed, but I know yall aren't, but me, I'd rather 1 happy guest than 50 unhappy ones. liquor cost probably through the roof because all that's in there is friends of staff, which means alot of free alcohol going out. those people don't know how lucky they are, you drink my clock, it's coming out your check and at guest prices. so when they get that 23 dollar check they'll know not to give away what isn't...

I walked in at around 0550 on 13FEB2025 on a walk with my service dog and “Paul” the middle aged, balding man with a backwards hat and scraggly beard notified me that they don’t serve dogs and I informed him that she is a service dog and I’ll have an Irish coffee. Paul instantly became belligerent, “We don’t have coffee” Then I’ll take a beer “What kind” gestures at the beer cooler I don’t have my glasses can you read a few? “You want me to read them out for you?” How about a sour? “We have gyoza” I’ll take that here’s my card “Cash only” It was apparent he didn’t want me in there because of my dog so I left, came back and asked for his name. He became belligerent again, “why do you want to know my name?” I told him you know why I want your name. He told me probably a fake name so I left a description. I was a combat medic in an airborne infantry unit that saw combat in Afghanistan and my dog helps me deal with large crowds, loud noises, flashbacks, and has been trained for tasks associated with many symptoms regarding my PTSD. I loved going to this bar but this one guy has really ruined...

Ms. Mae's was one of my recent stops on my epic quest to try every decent bar in the city. Located on the corner of Magazine and Napoleon, people have been trying to get me to go here for ages. While not a place I would probably frequent, Ms Mae's was A-OK.

I am always a bit surprised when I find a divey bar in a ritzy area. Ms. Mae's is one of those places. I guess I figured that someone would have tried fancying the place up a bit by now, but that is a good thing. I like a bar that stays true to its roots.

On the night I visited the bar was fairly dead. Maybe it was too early, but I expected more people on a Friday night. The vibe is classic New Orleans dive bar. It did have more lights than I am accustomed to in a dive bar, but that just encouraged me to drink better beer. I stayed for a couple of drinks and then moved on.

I would be willing to try this bar again, but maybe I should save it for the ultra late nights when few bars...