Last Friday, I finally got the chance to see one of Seattle’s new, hip bars. As I am older than the average hipster and definitely not all that hip, I was pleasantly surprised when the tough bouncer let me in the door.

I secretly believe that the doorman must have seen my totally awesome, slightly peeling duct tape Unicorn wallet at the door, which must have given me the edge I needed to get in. Either that, or it was the fact that this is Seattle and not New York and unless you are at a club with a sold-out band, or you not of age, everyone gets in everywhere. 

I tried and failed to get a discount by showing off the unicorn wallet to a bartender, but I think he was secretly envious of me for having such a cool wallet in the first place. Seriously, everyone needs a wallet made from adhesive tape.

But enough about my wallet and some more about the Unicorn itself, which is a a really cool bar.

The Unicorn’s North Dakota-style decor consisted of dead animal heads on the wall which were lovely and terrifying enough to make any taxi-dermist proud, but unfortunately not as pleasing for the vegetarians amongst us.

I did approve of the bold stripes all throughout the bar because they reminded me of  “The White Stripes” video with the never-ending progression of red and white drums. The fact that the “White Stripes” Seven-Nation Army was played in the background definitely added to the illusion that either Jack or Meg White would grace us with their presence, but if they were in attendance, I missed them.

The Unicorn was standing room only when we arrived. After getting our drinks, a nice, cute couple of Hipsters generously let us share their booth while they waited for their friends who never arrived.

Due to limited finances, I didn’t consume as much alcohol as I would have liked, and did not get to taste the Unicorn’s delicacy- Unicorn Balls. Their corn dogs did, however,  receive high accolades from everyone around.

I did not appreciate some of the youngish, poser hipsters (not pictured here) who looked like they would rather be at home watching tv than out drinking at one of the finer establishments in the greater Seattle area. One of the many benefits of being older and decidedly non-hip is that you do not have to pretend you are cooler than you are when out and about, which quadruples your enjoyment.

pics through Creative Commons by Flickr user Lara064

For more pics of the opening night which I was not cool enough to attend, check out the Stranger's version of the night here.