Fun. Great place for good music and mingle with other white collar professionals
Bob C.
I've heard about this place for a long time, and finally had the opportunity to check it out (with my wife). If you're a single gentleman, this would be a great place to pick up some cougars. I'm unsure if the Super 8 this is attached to is open, but if it is, it looks like they rent their rooms by the hour. The live band was good, and we had a blast. The crowd was a bit (a lot, actually) older than us, but we had a great time people watching. This is a fun place to pop in for a couple drinks if you're in the neighborhood. Lots of good photo opportunities for facebook and/or instagram. We'll definitely be heading back to the Jag!
Maddy
The bar is awesome cheap drinks nice friendly staff.
Bob R.
My worst New Year's Eve will always be associated with this bar. I had turned down a swank party to spend the evening with a woman I was madly in love with. I would be meeting her friends for the first time. The nightmare unveiled itself as we went to the Yellow Jaguar. Imagine going to a suburban bar in 1983. You find yourself surrounded by men wearing Bills colored Zubaz pants. Mullets abound. The smell of aqua net and drakar fill your nostrils. A bad bar band is playing cheap trick. An air of desperation and the nervous energy of cocaine hangs in the air. now seal the door of this bar. Consign those patrons to a never ending purgatory of a sad motel bar. If you were to unseal those doors thirty years later and walk into the bar, it would be exactly the same as the Yellow Jaguar is today. the patrons are older, their best years lost in a fog of Journey tracks and talk of their bitching Corvettes. The porn star mustaches are now grey. The shoulder pads on the women have become drooped sad folds upon the women. They look as if they pray nightly for the sweet release that only death can bring. The night would be a disaster for me. Feeling lost in a time travel nightmare I would order too much scotch. A bouncer with a meaty hand would escort me out after I stood up to defend the bartender from an angry patron. My date would find me two hours later, outside, and confuse my offering another woman a cigarette with her hitting on me. A scuffle would break out in the parking lot. My date would vomit on the ride home. At five in the morning that New Years day I would be walking home in freezing rain, full of self hatred and regret, always remembering this terrible bar. Let us reseal those doors and let future archaeologists sort out what kind of place the Yellow Jaguar was.
Mary W.
While I KNOW that stylin' and profilin' on Transit road is the sh!t, I was blase about (having to) going here. The only reason we pulled into The parking lot of The Super 8 was because the hub's co-worker was having a farewell get together. We arrive at 5:00 on Friday. Not open. After a while, a guy poked open the doors and said they'd be open in a few...So, we waited with the 2 classy smokers outside for a few. In a few he opens the door again, unlocks it and says "Ok, now we're open, we just need to set up the bar." Another employee was wandering aimlessly in the background looking like she got teleported from 1983, but that would be insulting to 1983... This was FRIDAY. If you don't have your BAR OPEN & READY BY 5:00 ON A FRIDAY YOU ARE PATHETIC. I may, or may not have said as much to the guy and we headed across the street to Brennan's where we should have gone in the first place.
Alex L.
Before I even saw this place, my first impression - at least internally was "with a name like Yellow Jaguar, this has gotta be either a strip club or a classy joint." My second impression as I saw it soon followed.."this is linked to a Motel 8? it's definitely not the latter." Not sure of what to expect, I walk into the place. I was pleasantly surprised..it's got a divey, yet casual and friendly feel. Maybe that had to do with the stand up comedy that was about to commence, but I digress. The bartender was really friendly, there was a lot of space -- a pool table toward the back of the bar and the overlying mood seemed chipper, friendly and relaxed. And the comedy was spectacular -- the seating was ample to fit the larger crowd of people - the stage had some nice darker red lighting to set the mood and although there were a few microphone glitches -- by the end of the night I was in stitches. The bartender even joined in on the hijinks at one point and I'm smiling as I sit here thinking about it. Buffalo has so many nice gems. :)
Danny Myers
Good music free food for happy hour but it sucks. Crowd moztly over 50 sibglrs and couples. No other food.
Maddy
Show us that's u checking at the yellow jag and get free admission on Fridays
Stacey Clabeaux
Trying to say im a awesome bartendee lmao yay here sun mon for football everyother thurs fri and sat
Fun. Great place for good music and mingle with other white collar professionals
I've heard about this place for a long time, and finally had the opportunity to check it out (with my wife). If you're a single gentleman, this would be a great place to pick up some cougars. I'm unsure if the Super 8 this is attached to is open, but if it is, it looks like they rent their rooms by the hour. The live band was good, and we had a blast. The crowd was a bit (a lot, actually) older than us, but we had a great time people watching. This is a fun place to pop in for a couple drinks if you're in the neighborhood. Lots of good photo opportunities for facebook and/or instagram. We'll definitely be heading back to the Jag!
The bar is awesome cheap drinks nice friendly staff.
My worst New Year's Eve will always be associated with this bar. I had turned down a swank party to spend the evening with a woman I was madly in love with. I would be meeting her friends for the first time. The nightmare unveiled itself as we went to the Yellow Jaguar. Imagine going to a suburban bar in 1983. You find yourself surrounded by men wearing Bills colored Zubaz pants. Mullets abound. The smell of aqua net and drakar fill your nostrils. A bad bar band is playing cheap trick. An air of desperation and the nervous energy of cocaine hangs in the air. now seal the door of this bar. Consign those patrons to a never ending purgatory of a sad motel bar. If you were to unseal those doors thirty years later and walk into the bar, it would be exactly the same as the Yellow Jaguar is today. the patrons are older, their best years lost in a fog of Journey tracks and talk of their bitching Corvettes. The porn star mustaches are now grey. The shoulder pads on the women have become drooped sad folds upon the women. They look as if they pray nightly for the sweet release that only death can bring. The night would be a disaster for me. Feeling lost in a time travel nightmare I would order too much scotch. A bouncer with a meaty hand would escort me out after I stood up to defend the bartender from an angry patron. My date would find me two hours later, outside, and confuse my offering another woman a cigarette with her hitting on me. A scuffle would break out in the parking lot. My date would vomit on the ride home. At five in the morning that New Years day I would be walking home in freezing rain, full of self hatred and regret, always remembering this terrible bar. Let us reseal those doors and let future archaeologists sort out what kind of place the Yellow Jaguar was.
While I KNOW that stylin' and profilin' on Transit road is the sh!t, I was blase about (having to) going here. The only reason we pulled into The parking lot of The Super 8 was because the hub's co-worker was having a farewell get together. We arrive at 5:00 on Friday. Not open. After a while, a guy poked open the doors and said they'd be open in a few...So, we waited with the 2 classy smokers outside for a few. In a few he opens the door again, unlocks it and says "Ok, now we're open, we just need to set up the bar." Another employee was wandering aimlessly in the background looking like she got teleported from 1983, but that would be insulting to 1983... This was FRIDAY. If you don't have your BAR OPEN & READY BY 5:00 ON A FRIDAY YOU ARE PATHETIC. I may, or may not have said as much to the guy and we headed across the street to Brennan's where we should have gone in the first place.
Before I even saw this place, my first impression - at least internally was "with a name like Yellow Jaguar, this has gotta be either a strip club or a classy joint." My second impression as I saw it soon followed.."this is linked to a Motel 8? it's definitely not the latter." Not sure of what to expect, I walk into the place. I was pleasantly surprised..it's got a divey, yet casual and friendly feel. Maybe that had to do with the stand up comedy that was about to commence, but I digress. The bartender was really friendly, there was a lot of space -- a pool table toward the back of the bar and the overlying mood seemed chipper, friendly and relaxed. And the comedy was spectacular -- the seating was ample to fit the larger crowd of people - the stage had some nice darker red lighting to set the mood and although there were a few microphone glitches -- by the end of the night I was in stitches. The bartender even joined in on the hijinks at one point and I'm smiling as I sit here thinking about it. Buffalo has so many nice gems. :)
Good music free food for happy hour but it sucks. Crowd moztly over 50 sibglrs and couples. No other food.
Show us that's u checking at the yellow jag and get free admission on Fridays
Trying to say im a awesome bartendee lmao yay here sun mon for football everyother thurs fri and sat
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