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Happy Hour of the Week

More than beer at Burnside

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Everywhere I look nowadays there’s a new pub or beer bar: Breakside, Apex, Migration, Coalition, Plew’s Brews, etc. You’d think Portland would burst at the seams, spilling hoppy run-off into the Willamette. Yet somehow we soak up all this beer and never hit a saturation point. Are we spoiled? Burnside Brewing Co., the latest venture by Jason McAdam (Roots Organic Brewing), wants us to think we are. With a locally based array of artisan cured meats and pickled snacks, we’re talking about a food menu that’s several culinary rungs above beer nuts and rubbery wings. Oh, and the beer’s pretty good too.

Located at Seventh and East Burnside, the first thing I noticed about Burnside Brewing was that I never noticed anything before. What I mean by that is, I’ve been up and down this block a gajillion times, and I’ve never, not ever, glanced at this location. Maybe it’s the giant Timbers billboard on the adjoining building that always caught my eye, but I was surprised to see Burnside Brewing right there, across from Rontoms, Le Pigeon, and Farm. It’s odd that from the street this new brew venue bears a striking resemblance to a Verizon dealership. It’s a tricky juxtapose, because the inside features a high, fir-beamed, Nostrana-esque ceiling paired with clean, new wave industrial design, all of which seems properly trendy for a Portland pub.

Kitschy abstract art hung on the walls, and a giant blackboard surrounded by driftwood from the Willamette proudly announced the specials throughout the week. Other than that the space is pretty bare, and I caught myself thinking more than once that it seemed like an Ikea template: new, but not lived in. But the enormous handmade black walnut bar, combined with the strains of “Ziggy Stardust” bopping over the speakers, quickly won us over.

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Happy Hour at Burnside Brewing occurs during the not-all-that happy hours of 3-6 pm. Even so, the bar was jamming, and when we sat down our server immediately poured four generous samples of Burnside house brews, a welcome orientation to newbie clients and a smart way to sell their drafts. The main draw for Happy Hour is the 20 oz imperial pints, which go for a sweet $3.50 ($3 all day on Wednesday). This is a glass of beer with some serious heft, one that encourages thoughtful consumption. Or you could spice things up with a glass of wine for $5 (a bottle is $18), but if you take a look around, chances are you’ll notice everyone at the bar drinking the same thing: Burnside Brewing’s Sweet Heat. This li’l number is a wheat beer brewed with over 200 pounds of apricots, then dry-hopped with imported Jamaican Scotch Bonnet peppers. At first gulp I was unimpressed; despite everyone at the bar slurping happily, I found it more akin to an apricot soda gone flat. But wait! An alluring aftertaste developed, a soft ping of spice at the back of my throat, and the next thing I knew I was eagerly draining my pint for its refreshing kick. You will want to drink Sweet Heat all summer. And unlike Pyramid’s Apricot Ale (and despite the name) this isn’t an annoyingly cloying quaff—think pale ale with a hint of fruitiness. Since the eight people next to me were all drinking it, I felt somewhat beer-pressured. Now I count myself as an apricot believer.

My friend James stuck with the reliable Burnside IPA, and I had the Stock Ale next, a rather tasty year-round pleaser in the ESB family. Some bars relish having dozens of beers on tap, with menus that require a table of contents, but all I really need are the basics: IPA, ESB, stout, a pilsner or wheat, and I’m good to go. And that’s pretty much what we have here (with more on the way), in addition to some guest taps.

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The Brat Burger

I wasn’t feeling too hungry, but an open kitchen does wonders for an appetite; we watched with glazed eyes as piles of fresh fries wafted over tender pork sliders and smoky grilled cheddar sandwiches, while two cooks assembled a variety of carnivorous snacks. My first beer came coupled with the Brat Burger ($6), a formidable mound of meat slathered with kraut and Dijon on a pretzel roll. The roll was a nice touch, but the thin slice allowed my burger to fall apart halfway through. James ordered the spicy pickled pork slider ($5), which maintained its structural integrity, but drew mixed reviews from us due to the pool of cold sauce it came soaking in. Was it to counteract the potent burn of the pork? We remained undecided, but the spice lingered in our bellies for some time.

We finished up with the humble pickle platter ($4), a zesty medley of beets, beans, and cucumber slices that really delivered a kick. We actually fought over who got the last green bean (we diplomatically cut it in half, but it was totally mine). Thankfully no one was hurt.

When it comes down to it, the fatty pints give this place an edge. I measured almost no head on both beers, so rest assured you’re getting the most out of that $3.50 (hey, some of us are on a budget—the little things matter). They’ve got some respectable beers here that are well worth checking out. The chow was intriguing, if a bit inconsistent, but since Burnside Brewing has only been open for a few months, these nitpicks can slide. In the meantime, I’ll be back on Wednesday for the $3 imperial pints.

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Tags: Happy Hour, Cheap Eats, Burnside Brewing

New Bars

Countdown to Yolo

Pan-Asian lounge is coming

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On my way back to the office after another superb lunch at my favorite downtown eatery—that would be Hush Hush Cafe—I took a peek at the construction going on across the street at the former home of the Invasion Atomic Cafe. It’s going to be called Yolo Lounge; I pasted in this frothy description from the website:

YOLO Lounge will redefine upscale nightlife not just in Portland, but for the industry itself. Found at the epicenter of the City’s financial square, YOLO Lounge opens as a sophisticated destination spot. With a modern-inspired sub-rosa lounge executed by top local designers, guests will experience both “the scene and cuisine,” in a cutting edge environment that feels at once intimate and expansive. YOLO Lounge will offer a full menu of Pan-Asian fusion small plates paired with exquisite ambiance and exceptional service. Five thousand square feet encompasses a private VIP mezzanine, fully equipped event facility/venue and an impressive main lounge. A true lounge catering to professionals looking to relax in style.

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According to the dramatic countdown clock on the homepage, it appears that Yolo will be open for business in 13 days, 10 hours, 33 minutes, and 45 seconds. I suggest we synchronize our watches at this point. Timing is everything.

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Neighborhood Report

Montavilla After Dark

A pocket of PDX that’s got it all

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Just got off the phone with an old friend (at my age, all friends are old by default) who’s coming to town over the weekend. Naturally, he wanted to consult with the Bar Pilot about where to go, what to do, and how much it will cost. Ordinarily I’d recommend the usual Chamber of Commerce swanky-pants joints like The Benson, Teardrop Lounge, or Clyde Common, but it being the weekend those places will undoubtedly be stuffed like frat boys in a phone booth (really dated reference). Sure, you could fork over a king’s ransom for a place to park downtown and rub elbows with belligerent bridge-and-tunnel clowns staggering hither and yon on their perpetual prom night drunk-a-thon, but it ain’t my bag, and in good conscience, I can’t recommend this adventure to wide-eyed tourists, as it might convey the false impression that Portlanders are a bunch of raging yahoos.

Instead, I suggested the same ramble I took with a few chums last Saturday night, exploring the Montavilla neighborhood. What’s not to like? Here’s a ‘hood with everything. Top-notch dining options like Country Cat, Ya Hala’s and Flying Pie are conveniently tucked next to a buffet of bars and clubs of all description. We began our sojourn at Roscoe’s, which has evolved from a charmless dive bar to a more-than-adequate beer and sports pub. The tap selection is well-curated with ales from Fort George, Caldera, and Russian River, among others, and the bar food (po’ boys, bison burgers, mac and cheese variations) is rib-sticking and reasonable. Fast and friendly waitstaff, too.

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Po’ boy and tots at Roscoe’s.

After getting our beer on, we traipsed over to The Observatory for a classy cocktail. The dusky, inviting main room was a hive of activity, so we discretely made our way to the second bar in the back called the Over and Out (two bars in one!), which has more of a rumpus room feel to it, with five pinball machines, pool, and an identical drink menu. Speaking of which, the Spiced Manhattan ($7) with its gallimaufry of flavors (sweet, smoky, clove, ginger) is an intriguing cocktail with which I would like to get better acquainted. For folks who enjoy flames issuing forth from their mouth, nose, and ears, take a chance on the Bloody Morimoto ($7, named after the coolest Iron Chef) that sports wasabi vodka, sake, sriracha bloody mary mix and a wasabi-salt rim.

With the polite drinking out of the way, we eagerly scampered across SE 82nd to one of my all-time favorite dives, Chinese Village, the coal-dark capacious drinking den that features murderously strong well drinks, a kitschy thatched awning that covers the booths in the back, a righteous juke (Dead Moon!) and some of the fanciest Chinoiserie in Portland. That is, it used to have all these things. Now it has all the charm of a roadside rest room, as management had the brilliant idea to remove all the nifty nickknacks in favor of more video poker machines and a karaoke set-up. That’s awesome. Instead of legions of slumming hipsters flashing trust-fund dough, Chinese Village will cater strictly to local lushes on disability and degenerate gamblers. There is now no reason to go. And I won’t. I’m certain that the video crack machines will bring a momentary upsurge in monetary liquidity, but by removing its only distinctive features, Chinese Village has doomed itself—and its beckoning neon sign will mark the place as a Flying Dutchman inhabited by lost souls.

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Burn baby, burn. The 99 and a Half at The Vintage.

To wash the bitter taste of “progress” out of our minds, we opted for a night cap at The Vintage, a teensy little bar with a lengthy cocktail list. My friend Lucy foolishly agreed to let me buy her final drink of the evening, and when I read about the so-called 99 and a Half ($10), I knew I’d found a winner. I watched spellbound as the bartender mixed Maker’s Mark and Cynar (the Italian artichoke liqueur) with ice in a pint glass. She then poured green Chartreuse into a wine glass and set it alight before straining the first mixture into the wine glass to douse the flames. (Safety first, kids!) Finally she singed a bit of orange peel and threw it in as a smoking garnish. The look on Lucy’s face changed from anxious to awed in a twinkling. For who knows what reason, the combination of burnt orange, artichoke, and smoldering bourbon coalesced into a brawny drink with compelling smoke and citrus shading. I, on the other had, made do with an Old Screw ($6), a what-the-hell concoction made with house scotch, St. Germain elderflower liqueur, and a dash of allspice. My lingering rage over the artless gutting of a beloved dive soon gave way to grim acceptance and a comfy buzz.

As we made our way out the door I took in the width and breadth of SE Stark. Just down the street folks were filing out of the Academy Theater, a handsome second-run movie house with beer and pizza. It’s yet another place to tarry, as is Thatcher’s a venerable dance club also located nearby. And if you really want to end the evening with a bang, there’s Portland Tub and Tan which stays open till 1 am on Fridays and Saturdays. I also happen to know it has a Roman bath-themed area and a disco room—unless the owners decided to scrap the concept and go with video poker. Wouldn’t surprise me a bit.

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Tags: Craft Beers, Stumble Zone, Cheap Eats, Dive Bars, The Observatory, The Vintage

Happy Hour

Happy Hour of the Week

Night Light does it right

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Till I’m blue in the face I’ve said it. The success or failure of a Happy Hour depends mostly on the little things—the willingness of the staff to put out (don’t—just don’t) and make it a special occasion every time Joe Bohemian and Sally Thriftstore-Waife sashay through the door. Congratulations to the Night Light Lounge on SE Clinton, ‘cause you thoroughly understand the concept of Happy Hour, which explains why you’re always packed to the gills. And for venues who are having trouble getting butts in the seats during the after-work exodus, I suggest you take notes.

First of all, the hours are generous. From 2-7 Monday-Friday and 11 pm – 1 am Thursday-Sunday you can get special prices on food, beer—and wine. This is good news for oenophiles. My more elegant companions are frequently in a lather over having to pay full price for a glass of vino during Happy Hour whilst the rest of us are contentedly lapping up cheap beers. Anyway, the duration of Happy Hour here is such that you aren’t under insane pressure to immediately decide on snacks and swill. Even if you’re a clever little bug and order a whole bunch of food at once, chances are it will be cold, gooey, and hideous by the time you’re ready for another round. On a non-HH note, the Night Light hosts a reasonably priced brunch every Saturday and Sunday between 10-2.

Night Light offers 50 cents off wells, $1.50 PBRs, $3.50 micros, $4 for a 20-oz Guinness, and $1 off all wine by the glass. Like I said, generous.

Speaking of which, there are also five seating options to accommodate parties of all shapes and sizes, including a bustling main room with a couple of comfy couch pods; seats at the bar if you want to keep the bartender in sight at all times; a smaller back room for a dab of privacy; a rustic smoking deck; and a half-dozen sidewalk four-tops for those who listened to their mothers and brought along sweaters.

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On the food front, it’s basic but bountiful. The nachos ($4) get a thumbs-up thanks to the fresh-made tortilla chips, which serve as yummy and durable corn saucers bearing payloads of beans and cheese to your waiting gob. The quesadilla ($3) is serviceable but really receives a boost from a splash of chipotle tomatillo salsa adding some zest to the three cheeses on parade. You certainly can’t go wrong with a hearty grilled cheese sammy and a cup of tomato soup for $5, especially if there’s a chill in the air and you didn’t listen to Mom and bring a sweater. Instant warmth. And while they aren’t offered at a discount, the Oregon Buffalo Slider ($4) with dried figs, bleu cheese, tomato, fried onions, and Mexican chocolate au jus is a required course for aficionados of the small-burger movement; when cheese and chocolate connect it’s like Romeo and Juliet, baby. Except you eat them.

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Cocktail connoisseurs will have plenty of possibilities to ponder from the $7 signature cocktails menu. I normally have little patience for gimmicky drinks (unless you’re buying), but the Pineapple Habañero Cosmo is hard to resist with its mix of fire and fruit. The Jamaican Mule, served in a tall glass with ginger-infused Deco rum, is another can’t-miss choice. The Stumptown Nudge combines Godiva chocolate, kahlua, brandy, and Stumptown coffee. It must be fairly tasty; the gal one booth over was making Meg Ryan orgasm sounds with every sip.

Considering that the Night Light has a fiercely loyal neighborhood following who seem to be present around the clock, it’s also amazing that the waitstaff is so fast and friendly. The Night Light is a tight ship, from the bartenders to waitresses, everyone is on the same page. And finally, a personal observation. The folks at BarFly mag are correct: the clientele is quite attractive.

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Tags: Happy Hour, Cheap Eats, Southeast

Product Placement

Stuff I Want

The Bar Pilot’s Birthday is May 5

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Look, I love you guys, but what have you done for me lately? That’s what I thought—bubkes. Sigh I give so much and I ask for so little.

Don’t despair, my birthday is coming up so I’ll periodically drop some subtle hints about reasonably priced gift ideas that are guaranteed to cement the bonds of our friendship. And if you have another shiftless sot in your life chances are he/she will be likewise tickled pink.

Gift Idea #1

Tasmanian Beer Shampoo No less of an authority on physical comeliness than Catherine Zeta-Jones has extolled the daily application of ale to her lovely raven tresses. My tresses may not be lovely (or raven) but even the bail of barn hay I wear on my crown could be improved with this product.

Gift Idea #2

Binocktails Flasks We’ve all seen flasks disguised as binoculars whilst waiting in line at the liquor store but the hidden flask company Binocktails also makes realistic-looking cell phones and digital cameras for the times when you’re out in the field and really want to get a buzz on—and really don’t want to get caught.

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Beer Bulletin

Happy Birthday, Dear Beer!

Three of our best breweries light the candles

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March is loaded with birthdays I would do well to remember. Darryl Strawberry…Paul Kantner… Dr. Seuss… the list goes on. Around these parts, a trio of noteworthy brewing operations also are lighting some anniversary candles and I’m taking this opportunity to offer up my best wishes to the following folks who are always there for me when my thirst for hops gets the upper hand. Cheers one and all!

Laurelwood Brewing Brawny-but-balanced brews like Workhorse IPA and Free Range Red have provided me with countless hours of inspiration and merriment. To celebrate 10 years in the beer biz, Laurelwood will be throwing a birthday bash this Friday at the Laurelwood Pub & Brewery (5115 NE Sandy) from 5-11. Laurelwood brews will be a paltry $2.50 a pint and lucky attendees can look forward to a taste of two spanking-new beers from head brewer Chad Kennedy. The “Big O” Organic Pale Ale (named for the great Oscar Robertson, perhaps?) and the Imperial Workhorse IPA (just like the excellent Workhorse IPA—but bigger!). Cheers to Kennedy and owner Mike De Kalb.

Upright Brewing Brew master Alex Ganum and his hardworking colleagues are marking their second anniversary with a party at the Upright tasting room (240 N. Broadway, Suite 002) this Sunday from 1-6. The star of the show will be Four Play, a sour farmhouse cherry wheat beer that’s been aged in pinot barrels. Brew believers, do not miss this one; it’s based on Four, Upright’s awesome wheat beer that’s been barrel-aged for a year with a load of cherries. Also making an appearance will be the guest of honor from last year’s soiree, the Apricot Anniversary Ale, aged in Ransom Spirits Old Tom Gin barrels. In fact, it’s safe to say you’ll have a barrel of fun!

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Redhook I’ve been knocking back Redhook long before the term craft beer was bandied about. Back in my rock ‘n’ roll days we referred to such tasty titles as Ballard Bitter (now called Long Hammer IPA) and spicy seasonals like Winterhook as “microbrews” (it seems almost quaint now). True, this long-running operation is based in Seattle, but it was the first microbrew to gain national distribution and thus helped pave the way for others to follow. In honor of its 30th anniversary, Redhook has unveiled it’s “back-to-basics” stubby-neck 12 oz. bottle along with some new packaging and color-coded label design. Soon to come from Redhook will be a pilsner style and its Copperhook will be available in cans.

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Tags: Beer Festivals, Craft Beers, Upright Brewing, New Beer, Redhook Brewing, Laurelwood Brewing

Holiday Hedonism

Irish Itinerary

St Paddy’s Day diversions

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Begorrah! St. Patrick’s Day is nigh upon us. As you know, other than New Year’s Eve, there is no holiday that’s so traditionally linked to the conspicuous consumption of alcohol, and as always, we have a vested interested in helping you maximize your McMerrymaking. Be advised it’s not all booze and blarney. You can also stuff your face with corned beef and cabbage or kick up your heels to some jigs and reels. Or watch a really crappy horror movie with Jennifer Aniston.

Biddy McGraw’s
6000 NE Glisan St.
Saints preserve us! Irish bands are playing all day and the corned beef and Guinness will rain down from the heavens.

Crystal Ballroom
1332 W Burnside St
Is it whiskey ye be craving? For $40 you can sample several varieties of Bushmills and tuck into a five-course Irish feast of sausage roll, shepherd’s pie, and baked potatoes. After dinner you can shake your shillelagh to a pair of bonny lasses, Ashleigh Flynn and Annalisa Tornfelt.

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6821 SW Beaverton-Hillsdale Hwy
Pub favorites Darby O’Gill Duo kicks off the party at 3, with songs about drinking, kissing pretty girls, and drinking. Later, there’s Fenbi and Lost Highwayman with speedy jigs and timeless ballads. Chow down on Irish stew, corned beef and cabbage, and bangers in honor of the holiday.

Hollywood Theatre
4122 NE Sandy Blvd
What’s St Paddy’s Day without a lovable leprechaun? The groovy folks at Jackpot Records are hosting a screening of Leprechaun, a craptastic horror flick about a little green fella that wants to pop a cap into anyone that messes with his gold. It also stars Jennifer Aniston well before she became the most overexposed lass in all the land. Green beer will be available and should significantly improve the picture quality

Kells
112 SW Second Ave.
If you’re looking for the biggest blarney bash in town, you’ll find it at Kells. Yes, they’ll have Irish fare and an ocean of Guinness on tap from Wednesday through Saturday, but they’ll also have dozens of Celtic musicians,dancers, and a live boxing match smoker on Friday night with a squad from Portland taking on a tough team from Ireland.

Macadam’s Bar and Grill
5833 SW Macadam Ave.
Yes! They’ll have green beer on tap for Thursday and Friday! And save some room for corn beef and cabbage.

McMenamins Edgefield
It’s three days of music, dancing, food, whiskey, wandering pipers, and golf. That’s right, you can work off some of that holiday debauchery by entering the 20-hole pitch ‘n’ putt Seamus MacDuff Golf Tournament.

Paddy’s
65 SW Yamhill St.
This tony Irish establishment with the towering wall of booze once graced the cover of this very magazine. On Thursday, they’re closing down the street and celebrating with bands, Irish food and drink specials. The live music lineup features D.K. Stewart, Patrick Lamb, and the Portland Metro Pipe Band. Don’t forget to enter the raffle for a chance to win a five-day trip to Ireland, with proceeds benefiting the Children’s Cancer Association.

St Paddy’s Day BarFly Bus
Want to get a headstart on the roistering? Hop on the BarFly Bus this Saturday night and leave the driving to trained professionals. No cover charge at any of the 8-10 (holy cow!) drinking establishments, cocktail specials, and snacks provided.

Thirsty Lion Pub
71 SW Second Ave.
Better pack a bag for this kilt trip. From Wednesday-Saturday you can knock back a pint or three, soak up some sensational bands, menu specials, Irish dancers, and even a crew of bagpipers.

If you’ve got a lead on any other St Paddy’s Day celebrations, send ’em our way!

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Happy Hour

Happy Hour Report

Underwhelmed at Breken Kitchen

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The name has changed but they’re still cooking and pouring up a storm. Breken Kitchen, formerly Sydney’s, is a comfy coffee house situated at the foot of the Fremont Bridge on the northernmost fringe of the Pearl District. What you’ll find inside isn’t a whole lot different from the dozens of other java joints scattered throughout Portland—high ceilings, wood floors, brick walls spotted with unremarkable art, a few pods with newspaper-strewn sofas, and the thick-brimmed glasses of customers peering out from behind steaming mugs and clattering laptops.

Needless to say, this isn’t an atmosphere that screams Happy Hour excitement, but I was in the neighborhood and feeling a bit peckish—so what the heck?

Breakfast and lunch are peak hours here as paper shufflers from surrounding hives fuel up with bagels, fancy-pants sandwiches (like Roasted Portabella and Onion Panini with Juniper Grove Goat Cheese and Parsley Pesto, $8.95), soups, salads, and other reasonably light/healthy fare, while partaking of a sizable selection of stimulating hot bevvies (coffee, tea, chai).

In an effort to keep a few customers lingering during the slower afternoon hours, Breken Kitchen also does Happy Hour Wed-Fri from 3-5.

Hunger can be treated with lasagna ($7), bread and olive oil ($2), soup of the day ($3.50 for a cup of potato or pork pozole), and salad ($3). There are decent beers to be had (Lagunitas, Guinness, Black Butte Porter, and Chimay) but the only beer special was 50 cents off a PBR tall boy, which was not something I was in the mood for while flying solo at 4 in the afternoon. According to their website, there are four whites and three reds on the HH menu that range from $4-8 but it was all full price during my visit. Guess they thought I looked gullible. Speaking of the website, most of the prices listed on its Happy Hour menu are completely wrong. Sorry, we must deduct points for that.

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I came with an appetite, so I ordered the lasagna along with a salad. The latter wasn’t particularly exciting—some mixed greens tossed with a vinaigrette, but at least there was plenty of it. The lasagna arrived as a hefty square about the size of CD cover, layered with hunks of ground beef and onion slices, topped with a generous coat of marinara. Solid and serviceable but Pazzo’s needn’t worry about the competition. Note to management: It’s really a bit of a stretch to refer to lasagna, green salad, and a PBR as Happy Hour. Maybe “Other Food Hour?”

To summarize: If you’re looking for a Happy Hour in the traditional sense (i.e. a lively lounge to meet for beers and wings after work or get your night started by downing as many drinks as possible before they raise the price), this is not the place to do it. Breken Kitchen is a laid-back neighborhood nosh pit for the cubicle crowd or parents picking their kids up from the neighboring Montessori school. There’s nothing here that warrants a special trip. If you do decide to venture forth, don’t forget to pack your laptop; your profile ain’t going to update itself.

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Beer Bulletin

Long Live the Kingpin!

The Bar Pilot is seeing red

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Yes, I enjoyed a few bottles of Bridgeport’s Kingpin this week.

I can’t remember the last time I had a “go-to” beer, one that exerted a pull so powerful that it caused me to ignore the sale-priced suds of the week and reach for a sixer no matter my financial circumstances. It’s like being in love: When you’re between relationships one tends to be very unsentimental and pragmatic when it comes to passing fancies. In other words, we buy whatever brew is on special. But when Cupid’s arrow finds its mark, and your palate pouts when there isn’t a bottle or two of your favorite in the fridge, the world is suddenly spilling over with choirs, unicorns, and the laughter of children—and that’s how Bridgeport’s Kingpin makes me feel.

Bridgeport’s head brewer Jeff Edgerton (who succeeded the legendary Karl Ockert last year after serving a 13-year apprenticeship with the company) explains that the triple-hopped red ale came about because he was looking for a new brew that would feature Liberty hops, a relatively recent strain with a lovely sweet aroma.

As we chat over the phone, it’s pretty obvious that Edgerton is every bit as jazzed as I am about his latest creation. We agree that it’s surprisingly light and drinkable for a 7.5 percent ABV ale and that Kingpin’s full-bodied “candy orange” citrus flavor is a revelation. The balance of rye and malt is seamless, and even with three loads of hops added during the brewing process, it’s a well-rounded taste with almost no trace of lingering bitterness. Aesthetically, the beer is a rock star from Mars; a deep, rich red in the glass that’s like staring into a warm, ruby infinity. This is a beer that inspires poetry.

The best news of all, Edgerton says, is that Kingpin is a permanent addition to the Bridgeport roster. It also dawned on me that in all the time I’ve been reporting on the local beer brigade, I’ve said very little about Bridgeport. This isn’t because I don’t care for their product—far from it. Bridgeport is as dependable as a bus driver with OCD, and all of their beers are consistently high quality. Blue Heron, Bridgeport IPA, and ESB, are like model employees that you never have to worry about. And now they have a rising star on their hands. So where did the name come from?

“The original idea for the Kingpin label was kind of mafia-inspired,” Edgerton says. “But a lot of people have brought up a bowling connection because of that Woody Harrelson movie.” If I had Kingpin at my local bowling alley, every game would be perfect.

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Product Placement

Uncork the Pork

Bakon Vodka beckons

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Who’s got a recipe?

I love getting packages in the mail here at PM central, because most of the time it’s booze. Today’s box of joy comes from Bakon Vodka in Seattle, Washington. As you can see by the photo, it is indeed a “premium” bacon-flavored vodka that could theoretically add some much-needed porky goodness to my liquor cabinet.

The friendly folks at Bakon included some tomato juice and Bloody Mary seasoning, hoping that yours truly would take it for a test drive (not literally—I do not drink and drive. In fact, I don’t drive at all). They also sent along some recipes. What do you think?






The Bakon Mary

• 2 oz Bakon Vodka
• 1 dash celery salt, black pepper, lemon (or lime) juice and Tabasco
• 2-4 dashes of Worcestershire sauce
• one-eighth teaspoon of horseradish

Fill highball glass with tomato juice (or Clamato for a Caesar) and add seasoning. Garnish with pickled veggies and/or celery.

Chocolate Bakon Martini

• 1 part Bakon Vodka
• 1 part chocolate liqueur
• A splash of cream

Combine in a cocktail shaker and shake with ice. Strain and pour into a martini glass.

Actually, they suggest a “sugar-rimmed” martini glass, but it’ll be a cold day in Muspelheim before I deign soil my palate with such frippery.

But surely there must be more uses for Bakon Vodka that we’re overlooking. Enlighten me, drinking buddies! Write down a bitchin’ bacon cocktail recipe in the comments section. I’ll send the best one back to Bakon Vodka and see if they’ll name it after me (us). Get cracking!

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New Bars

Gather Darkness

The Lovecraft: A weird watering hole

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Welcome… to the dark side!

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Welcome… to the dark side!

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H.P. Lovecraft framed as Che Guevara.

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Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtan

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Arcane symbols abound!

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An impressive collection of Lovecraftiana.

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Even the tequila is sinister!

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Bar hardware adds to the vintage vibe.

A while back I went on a rant rampage about bars lacking in atmosphere. To summarize, the problem with a new joint is its very newness, or lack of a “vibe.” There’s no history, much less the feeling that the owner even cared about such immaterial matters. It’s a room with booze in it. Isn’t that enough?

No. Like I always say, if I want to drink in an unremarkable room, I’ve got my house. Or I could just pick up a bottle of something cheap and party with my friends under a bridge. I’ve got my precious dives, my little pockets of Old Portland, but they’re getting harder and harder to find in the face of growing homogenization. In other words, expect lots more industrial spaces with loading-dock doors and exposed ducts. Gawd, I’m bored. Enter The Lovecraft.

It’s on SE Grand Avenue next to a consignment furniture store and the only indication of its existence is a little chalkboard sandwich sign embellished with a pentagram. The interior—draped in reds and blacks—looks like it’s made entirely of reclaimed timber and repurposed objects (the bar itself is decorated with brass locks and trunk hardware). The walls are chockablock with old magazine covers featuring early 20th century weird-fiction writer H.P. Lovecraft, photographs, and assorted horror movie memorabilia. There is a live scorpion in a tank on the bar. It sleeps most of the time. There is a mural of tentacles emerging from the clouds. “Ah,” you say to yourself. It’s a Goth bar." Yes and no.

Bartender Dani tells me there is indeed a Goth night at The Lovecraft. “But isn’t every night Goth night?” I ask. Apparently not. There is also metal night, psychobilly night, and karaoke night. One of my early misconceptions about Goth culture is that it’s members are all sheet-pale Cure fans who occasionally assemble in order to have someone to mope with. Wrong! The community itself is quite inviting and open to anyone that digs horror films and literature, neo-paganism (tribal tats and piercings) vintage clothing, and shoe-gaze music—or to those who simply find beauty in things that most of us folks in the mundane world consider dark and disturbing. In fact, they revel in it. Of course, the place would be a stone drag if everyone here took themselves painfully seriously, but the people I encountered were affable and accommodating.

By day, The Lovecraft is a low-key tea shop (never fear, you can still get drinks) and minors are allowed until 5 p.m. (I’m told the tea selection is respectable.) At this point, there is no Happy Hour (Dreaded Hour?) and the food is limited to tamales and Japanese hand rolls. But a session at The Lovecraft is like a visit to Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe. There’s an abundance of visual stimuli, and the presence of outre pieces that fall somewhere between art and collectible kitsch ensure there’s always an engaging nook for your eyes to land upon. After spending far too much time in nondescript bars, The Lovecraft is like Disneyland. Go on! Drop in! Or are you a chicken? Bwaaak, buk-buk, bwaaak!

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Tags: Bar Openings, Bar Culture, Southeast, H.P. Lovecraft

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