The Frontier Room (2203 First Avenue) in Belltown is ridiculously packed on weekends, with early to mid-20s patrons taking up every last possible space. We squeezed in on Saturday -$5 for dudes, ladies free - and were greeted by a friendly staffer offering up $3 coat check. We didn't get it. We wished we did, as it turns out, someone here is bound to spill a drink on you and your possessions before night's end.
The Frontier Room is an oddly appealing bar that's half saloon-half dance club, much like the bars that college students in small towns frequent. It smells of booze, barbeque, and Abercombie & Fitch cologne.
But on Saturday, the fraternity-like vibe in the bar was interrupted by dozens of drunken patrons dressed as Santa for Santarchy. "It's not as sinister as it sounds," Santa no. 14 (real name: Scott Robinson) explained as he ordered a gin and tonic. "We don't fuck with the cops or anything. It's basically an excuse to run around and get wasted." With that, he returned to the dance floor, where several other Santas were dancing and lip-syncing to Timbaland.
The rest of the crowd showed little interest in the group, simply steering clear of them on the dance floor and chatting with one another by the bar instead. But several patrons - including us - were sloshed with whiskey when an overzealous Santa began gesturing wildly. "I really want to kick that Santa's ass," one guy shouted angrily to his group of friends. "But I don't know which fucking one he was."