713 Saint Louis St. (French Quarter) 504.581.4422. 7 Days: 11:00am to 'till. Credit Cards. A member of the Comus Mardi Gras Krewe took one look at the new bar (and it will be called "new" for the next thirty years) and said, "This is not befitting of Antoine's," and walked out. Such is the pseudo-aristocratic ridiculousness that perfumes Antoine's old but incredibly beautiful 19th century dining rooms. It's called the Hermes Bar, after the Hermes dining room it displaced, and it is the first stand-alone bar in the restaurant's history. Thus, the controversy. With a separate entrance to the street, The Hermes Bar gives the unwashed masses a backdoor into the rarefied world of drunk lawyers, gorgeous surroundings, pleasant wait staff and might-have-been food. Food tastes better when we're wasted, but no martini could help the food we sampled. The full menu is available from the bar. By any measure the Oyster Rockefeller (famously, their invention) and Oyster Foch (not-so famously, their invention) were miserable, stale, brutal. This made us feel miserable. We don't need another reminder that New Orleans, in many cases, is just a bad charcoal rubbing of what was. The bar is an okay place get drunk, but high prices and the display of souvenirs (shot glasses, aprons, hats, cookbooks) give the air of well-groomed tourist trap. Live music on weekends disconnect the Hermes Bar further from its ritzy mise-en-scene, pushing it into the realm a "bar near Bourbon Street for men who like to wear pastel shorts out at night." The nice wood finishes, history, classic drinks and a beautiful mosaic floor, however, are enough reasons to take a peak. Good lighting for a date. Unofficial dress code of jackets preferred, but they'll let in anybody...even us.