Ivanhoe 1915

This was a weird experience as the bar is predominantly Caucasian and it felt a little discrimatory when the bar tender asked for my ID with my Centurion Card but the previous Caucasian also paid with a regular Amex and was not asked for ID. May go back one more time to see if experience is different.....

I had a couple of nice cocktails at a price price. Paris is an awesome bartender who clearly cares for her craft.

Jackie is super fun and worth listening too about craft cocktails. Loved hanging out for hours here. Their cocktails are amazing and unique. They also have rare spirits!

I came into this place for happy hour and I was very happy. The place obviously has its regulars and some were playing poker and others were throwing darts. As a tourist, I got to talking to the bartender (Garrett) and had an awesome time. The drinks were potent, the prices were reasonable, and the service was awesome!

Great spot to start happy hour depending on your free night of the week.

As I walk this world, a single man nowadays, sometimes you just feel invisible. Well not at IVANHOE 1915. If it's not another patron saying hi, or good job on your Karaoke number (Sundays 2-5) it's a Bartender named Timmy. Who will help u figure out if you can't decide or create something that you'll enjoy-With a smile! He's an Orlando treasure in the circuit. They have some very obscure bottles to satisfy those, pompous palates too. Access to the shared patio w CLUB SAVOY is relaxing, some ares smokey...lol. and welcoming! Come one, come all, but leave your prejudices and your negative attitude home. Good drinks and good peeps.

Best drink specials. Now open @ 11:30 am. Serving lunch. Poker, Bingo and Trivia happen every week. Easy, free parking.

Twas a dark and stormy night in the 8th layer of hell the lost souls of the East know as “Orlando”. As the clouds shrouded the sky, I stumbled into this saloon for shelter from the impending Burning Rain of Death. The rake behind the counter, Garret, kindly offered me a libation to which I vehemently obliged. Before the cold glass met my lips, I was frozen in my chair by the sight of a wicked woman with fiery hair the locals know to be Winnifred. We spoke wildly into the night of spooky dino chickie nuggies, Disney +, Malibu potions, and cauldron maintenance, of course. She lent me her boOooOooOok and I would love nothing more than to return it to her, as it won’t stop staring at me. If you see her, please do let her know I would love to reconnect, and would also take her up on Billy’s number if she’s indeed done with him.