Oh Red Bar…. how many stories do your dim, delightful decor hold? I know, for my sake, they typically are a little hazy and hard to recall; and for some reason smell of bourbon. Not that I’m complaining. An icon of NWFL and the 30A corridor especially; Red Bar is the place to be. It’s as simple as that.
Speaking of simple. You get to choose your dinner off a chalkboard; with limited selections each night. I personally recommend the baked seafood eggplant as I had it once and only ever ordered that from then on. Then there is the mood. Everywhere you look there are layers. Posters, photos, memorabilia, carved names, written messages and more. So much history in such a small place. Red wax candles that are ever burning and being replaced makes one think of a medieval dining hall with the raucous friends and furiously playing musicians to match. Go here. You will love it.