The Siren Tavern

Great dive located in the industrial district/​SODO.
The place has ample space to people watch and is filled with dartboards, billiards, pull tabs, and a stellar jukebox selection.
The bartender Connie is a gem. Not often do I find myself in a dive getting the attention that she pays to her customers. Did I mention she’s never once turned me away when I show up 20 min before they open?
The fries are oralgasm (pressure fryer makes the difference) though I have yet to eat anything else. Basic pub food (sammies and fried foods).
Be sure to check out this spot next time you’re in the area and don’t be put off by the dingy exterior. It’s a lot more warm and friendly inside!

Always great service here! This is my favorite dive bar. I love to come for the poker!

Great people watching, darts, pool tabs and good drinks! We will be back! The customer service was amazing!!!

great place for a good time !!!
the food is great, connie makes you feel welcome every time,
they have darts, pool, and a killer juke box, a ++++++

This place is fantastic. I just wandered in & was immediately greeted. There’s a smoking patio & Dead Kennedys on the jukebox. Hell yes. I’ll be here again for sure.

Fun place for darts, pull tabs, and pool. 5 gallon clean White Buckets with Lids for a $ 1.00. The money goes for a childrens charity. I don’t drink. But I do garden. Nice Lady behind the bar.

This is a place where everyone knows your name.
And yes, you are glad you came.
Darts pool and a bartender willing to let me monopolize the jukebox.
The beer-​garden is pretty amazing with heaters and chairs and room for a BBQ if that is what we fancy for the night.
I have had excellent nights listening to no-​way stories, learning the blues on harmonica and watching zombie shows on TV.
Dear God, if in heaven there really isn’t any beer, may we drink it all here?
At Sirens?
Thank you and Amen,
Tequila Mockingbird

This place cracks me up. My friend was playing a gig at Studio Seven and wanted to meet up for drink after the show. He asked me to meet him at the Siren Tavern.
Glad I did!
This place is a total dive. They have dart boards for miles… seriously! I’ve never seen so many dart boards in my life. The drinks are cheap and the regulars look like the cast from Ice Road Truckers.
I didn’t order any food. Maybe next time?

Have you ever wanted to find a dingy bar that has been around for ions, which is bigger than you’d expect, that is sandwiched between a teriyaki place and a mart that sells a shit ton of bad porn, and is home to a dart league? Let me introduce you to The Siren Tavern.
If you can picture the interior of the bar I’m sure you will have no trouble imagining the clientele. Yes, they are older and yes, they like to start their drinking at 10:00am and yes, you shouldn’t be surprise if you see a genuine mullet and trucker hat here. I’ve been there twice and both times only I and the bartender had vaginas. Not so many of the ladies drop by.
The last time I was there I had a Ruben sandwich and it was all sorts of terrible. My fries were the only redeemable thing about that meal. But I’m not hating on The Siren Tavern. I’ll still go there to get my drink on. I’ll just make sure I eat somewhere else first.
I am a fan.

Our office seems to always have a dive bar within a block. This office in SODO is no exception.
From the outside, it’s pretty scarey looking. But if it’s night time and your in SODO, go inside this place where it’s safe and warm. The staff is great, they always have something on the darkish side on tap for me. Beer is always fresh, and the food is pretty good.
I am neither a longshoreman nor do I shop at Jcrew, but a bunch of office geeks walk in there all the time and the longshoreman and fireman don’t seem to mind us in their bar.

I am giving this place two ratings (oh watch out what is he gonna do next!!!).
if you fit into one of the following categories this is a 5 star bar — you are a longshoreman, are addicted to pull tabs or are a dart fanatic.
More likely a 2 or 3 star if you are one the following: scared of longshoremen or shop at JCrew.
That is all.

Many years ago, there was a dude named Dave who went by Sound-​guy Dave or even Sound-​dude Dave, who worked at Studio Seven where my band, Stay Tuned, practices. Dave liked Stay Tuned. He said we were «like sausage.» Whatever that means. We liked Dave, because we also like sausage.
Dave was one of those dudes who was totally charismatic and could make you smile with his «RAAAD DUDE I LOVE YOU!» attitude. He was also high most of the time (no longer! Dave has been sober for many years now, as of the last time I ran into him! CONGRATS DUDE I LOVE YOU!), had really neat dreads, and would come in and fix our sound in our practice room without us asking.
After my mom passed away, I was in serious need of cheering up. I was at Studio Seven, and Dave sees me and we get to talking. He offers to buy me a beer and do what he can to help me cope. So we walk up the road, cross the tracks, and lo and behold, here’s the Siren Tavern, blocks from our practice rooms.
Dave bought a round, and proceeded to show me how good he was at the fishing video game. He rambled and talked and joked and imparted wisdom about life and loss. And kicked ass digitally fishing, and got the high score. I made a mental note that should the world end, I’d choose Dave to be on my team, if anything cuz he could feed us with his mad fishing skills. Assuming that they translate to real life, of course.
Years later, Dave no longer works at Studio Seven (though I occasionally run into him elsewhere). We are at practice, and our drummer mentions that for the first time in months he actually has an hour or two to kill between his full time job and his duties as owner of the Waterwheel. We wrap up practice early and I drag my bandmates up to the Siren to drink some beers and throw some darts.
Yes folks, throw some darts. If the Siren Tavern should be known for anything, it should be known as a haven for dart monkeys.
I’m a fan of darts, I’ve found. I’m actually not bad. Neither is our drummer. We had a couple matches, I won one, he won one, and Phil E., our keyboardist didn’t win any. However, he did win a plate of nachos on me. It took the kitchen a bit to remember we had ordered them, which kinda sucked, but they were good when they came.
The Siren also has Moose Drool on tap, as well as some other pretty killer beers. And booze. And pull tabs. We didn’t win anything though.
If you’re not a fan of throwing sharp objects at big round shapes, you can play pool. There’s a jukebox as well.
Alas, the fishing game is gone, replaced with Deer Hunter; Dave is gone, replaced by another sound-​dude. But should you need some darts, beer, and free parking, you can find them here.

I love the siren. It’s cheap, it’s a bit of a dive, and it’s got a lot of character. It’s less than a 5 minute walk from my work and the staff are wonderful, I’m always comfortable there, the service is prompt, and when I used to work swing shift I could always come in late at night on a weekday for some very entertaining conversation with both the patrons and the staff.

This is my «home bar.» Connie is very involved with her patrons and works hard to keep us happy. The bartenders are friendly and quick to learn your drink of choice. Go on Wed. — Sun. and ask Lisanne to make you a Bloody Mary if you like them. Hers are the very best!
There are two pool tables, lots of dart boards (with a league) and poker on Monday nights. They serve big’o burgers, sandwiches, salads and more. There is always a food and drink special to tempt you.
The Siren is named for and pays tribute to the Fire Station across the street. You will find fireman, long shore-​man and other hard working people hanging out. The regulars are awesome people whom you will love.
***UPDATE***
It’s the Fall season of 08′ and five years after discovering this fabulous bar, I still call it home. If you are real this is where you will feel at home. If you are a fancy pants who never gets your hands or heaven forbid your pants dirty… go further North to down town Seattle and pay $ 10 — $ 15 per drink to a snotty bartender who doesn’t know you and doesn’t care… PLEASE.