Foxy’s Pub and Eatery

This review does not include any information about the food at Foxy’s ,
but you may want to read a little about the «atmosphere» I’ve experienced there .
This place used to be over on Everett Mall Way, years ago, and I had plenty of good times there with no complaints.
Then they moved over to Evergreen Way, and things went south very quickly. The first thing they did was to start having someone watch the parking lot, and tow everyone’s car that parked there and went across the street to Schotzes. I suppose that’s legal, but what a jerk-​off move, especially since the lot was never even close to full. Rather than attempt to create an area where people might want to bar-​hop a little, you take an adversarial approach to the bar across the street (that actually HAS a customer base, and gets packed on weekends), instead of drawing on their crowd and sharing in their success.
Real smart. That, and focusing on the hip-​hop gangsta /​hootchie-​mama element … perfect recipe for disaster.
First time I actually went in there, the 300lb. «doorman» made me take my hat off. «Mon haffa axe u to take that cap off, yo .No soff (soft) caps, yo. No soff caps !» Apparently, enough gangstas frequent the place for them to have some sort of ghetto dress code centered around the various gang challenges relayed by ball caps, I dunno. Should have took the hint… but I was with a group, and consider myself somewhat street-​wise and, after all, it’s just Everett.
Soon enough, one of the scuzzy trolls that make up the «regulars» there kept stopping by our table to steal drinks and beers. The apathetic server just kind shrugged and rolled her eyes when we told her, as if to say «Welcome to Foxy’s ! ». Then, when we went to leave, I realized that my expensive jacket was no longer on my chair (we had been outside having a smoke when it disappeared). When I inquired at the bar about it, both bartenders kinda exchanged weird glances and played dumb, as if they either knew who took it or ??? Something was up, I could tell. It WAS a pretty dope jacket. Needless to say, I was very unhappy, and vowed to never come back.
A year later, a friend calls me on Christmas night, says she needs a ride home because she drank too much and couldn’t afford a cab. She’s at Foxy’s, wonderful. I drive over there in the snow, go inside, and she talks me into staying for a warm-​up drink. After paying $ 8 for a meager splash of Bailey’s in a cup of horrible, tepid coffee, I’m watching the gangsta boyz work the fat welfare mamas over by the pool tables, when suddenly a lady runs in the front door and screams «A GUY JUST BROKE THE WINDOW ON THAT CAR !!!» … I run outside, and sure enough, some punk had smashed the back window out on my Jeep. Didn’t steal anything, just another Foxy’s «regular» acting like a low-​life idiot, having been 86ed moments earlier, and none too happy about it. Of course, none of the 20 people smoking out front made a move to grab the guy or anything, and the bartender didn’t want to call the cops, presumably because that effin’ place is probably on probation with the EPD for too many incidents already. Of course, nobody knows the guy, even though I’m sure he’s a regular there, since they had just 86ed him and knew his name. The cops actually caught the guy down the street, and he was packing a hammer and various burglar tools. Ahh, Foxy’s …where gang-​bangers, car thieves and prowlers go to blow off steam after a hard week doing crimes.
For those of you keeping track, that’s two visits to Foxy’s … the first of which cost me a $ 300 jacket, the second of which cost me a $ 200 truck window .
I figure if I go back there a third time, I get shot or stabbed. Or both.
I’m not some hoity-​toity snob, in fact I can slum with the best of ’ em, and do so on a fairly regular basis. I like dive bars and prefer to rub elbows with the not-​so-​rich-​and-​famous types out there. I don’t wear three-​piece suits and act like an _​_​_​hole. That being established, if you ever wondered where Everett’s career criminals go to have a drink after a long day of boosting stuff, and maybe meet that special «partner in crime» to go car prowling with after closing, you’ve found it !

I went into Foxy’s for a friends B-​day shot and Toni was bartending and made my friend a shot… well three… called a stoplight! It was amazing and he is still talking about it! It is one worth having for sure!

Avoid this place… Although if you have resorted to drinking in Everett perhaps you have bigger problems. Drinks are way too expensive for the area, pool tables are in bad shape and the crowd made me way too nervous. Only reason they didn’t get one star is because the bartender forgot to ring in one of my black opals. Free drinks + more stars!

Asked the bartender which is better the Burger dip or the fish n chips. She said by far the Burger dip was the better choice, if that’s the case I will never try the fish n chips because this meal left alot to be desired.
I hate burgers/​sandwiches where the bread dwarfs the meat. I took one bite and got nothing but bread, took another bite and nothing but bread again, finally my third bite I tasted something other then bread. I will admit the skinny crispy fries were pretty tasty and hot but overall this was a pretty disappointing meal. I was going to rate this with one star but they offer $ 5 cheap pitchers during the happy hour I was there so that bumped them up a star. The place looks like a fun place to hang out because it’s big enough and has plenty of games and pool tables to pass the time. I also plan on going back to try their steaks which is what they promote as their hot item if that doesn’t pan out they still have cheap beer and pool tables.

Foxy’s claims to have «steaks and spirits».
Ive never eaten here.
I’ve also never had an encounter with said «spirits».
BUT…
I have been to a couple friends birthday parties here (one of which I met my significant other at! Who knew, a friend of a friend!) They have a decent number of pool tables, and a pathetic «dance floor», where you are not allowed to bring drinks anywhere near, for whatever reason. Yah, i want to set my drink on a table 50 feet away and when my back is turned some psycho throw a rufee in there… great!!!
They do sell 24 oz Heineken, me likey that.
Their drinks are a little on the pricey end for Everett (I think i was charged 8 bucks for a Black Opal… used to getting them for 1 – 2 dollars less every where else up here).
It has a more mellow crowd than the bar across the street though…