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A genuine Kodak moment: answering the call of nature on the way to Eugene.

Just a few short items today, drinking buddies.

ITEM: I was going to blog about my fab weekend road trip to Eugene to see the Pixies, but the only photo that came out was this one. Just to clarify, this is a roadside rest stop that we visited. It was pretty clean. By the way, the Pixies were stupefyingly good, and the concert kicked butt. A shout out to the drunk girls who got mad at us when we asked them to sit down so that we could see the show: You are awful people. Truly a waste of space.

ITEM: Discovered a great restaurant and bar in Eugene called The Vintage. Ask for the Cucumber Gin Fizz.

ITEM: I highly recommend the blog Toxic Cocktail, written by a hard-drinking local gal who has two primary concerns in life. Preserving the sanctity of our environment—and getting drunk. Right on!

ITEM: If you’re a dipsomaniac who loves to tell stories about your inebriated exploits, have we got an iPhone app for you. It’s called Drinking: the iPhone App for Drunks, and it’s a site where sauce hounds can leave timely tales about stuff they did whilst under the influence of the demon rum (or whatever). I don’t have an iPhone, so if someone who’s more technologically advanced than I am wants to take this puppy for a test drive, I’d be interested in hearing all about it.

Got any Portland bar/beer/booze news? Give me a holler.

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Drinking Locally

Cool Places

Aiiieeee! I can’t stand it! What’s the best bar for chilling?

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The Penguin Pub in Sellwood is my choice for a proper place to chill when the weather gets infernal. (Middle) Penguin tchotchkes help to further cool the parched patron. (Bottom) Crystal Head vodka.

The heat can make a man do strange things. I figured this out while trying to stuff one of my pugs into a pirate costume for our living room production of Peter Pan. The stitches should be out in four to six weeks, thank you very much.

Yesterday I was beyond hot, well past uncomfortable, and on the verge of setting sail on the HMS Freakout when a phone call from my friend Lucy saved my bacon. We decided to visit the Penguin Pub in Sellwood (8117 SE 17th Ave). “But why there, oh mighty Bar Pilot?” you may ask yourself. By they way, thanks for the “mighty” designation.

First and foremost, as befits its arctic moniker, the Penguin is blissfully chilled. And the penguin memorabilia strewn all over the place tricks your subconscious into thinking it’s even colder. I don’t know about you, but my subconscious sweats like a sprinkler.

Second, they claim to have the coldest beer in town. Their kegs are stashed in the basement and the beer runs through cooled tubing of some kind. I don’t know if it’s officially the coldest, but it’s damn frosty, and lowering my body temperature back to double digits was imperative.

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Third, they have Bottle Cap–flavored Jell-O shots. Bottle Caps are an ancient brand of candy, kind of like a cross between Sweet Tarts and Alka-Seltzer. Mmmmm. Disgusting.

But last night was bonus. While bellying up to the bar, I spied a curious artifact nestled among the liquor bottles. It appeared to be a glass skull. Bum-bum-BUM!

Having spent years playing Dungeons & Dragons (laugh and I’ll smite thee with my +4 sword of sharpness), I knew better than to pick up this cursed relic myself, so I asked the bartender to fetch it. The skull sloshed as she brought it over. “It’s called Crystal Head vodka,” she said, placing it on the bar. “It’s Dan Aykroyd’s brand.”

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Qué? Apparently the surviving member of the Blues Brothers is into both spirits (he has his own Dan Aykroyd line of wines) and the spirit world, as he’s fascinated by the legend of the crystal skulls, allegedly ancient artifacts of great power that served as the basis for that lame Indiana Jones movie that came out last year.

A shot of this fabled elixir cost me a staggering $11 (quite a markup since a bottle retails for around $50), but it was a refined little vodka with a devilish afterburn that simmered nicely in the ol’ labonza. The sticker shock was mitigated somewhat after I found that purchasing a taste of Crystal Head at the Penguin Pub made me eligible for a drawing. Once the skull is drained of vodka, the grinning death’s head will be raffled off, and I know I’m going to win it. It’s going to look really cool on the mantel above my fireplace. And when it’s this hot outside, being cool is a thing beyond measure.

Questions for the day: What’s the best bar in town for chilling out when the heat is hellish? What’s your favorite hot-weather cocktail? Got any zany/brilliant DIY methods for keeping cool? Let’s hear ’em!

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Drinking Locally

Somewhere on Sandy

A Wooden Chicken mystery

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The Wooden Chicken at 12500 NE Sandy Blvd: where the hell did he come from? (Center) Some of the 2,000-plus taps that adorn the walls. (Bottom) Yes, Greg Biffle was here!

I’ve lived in Portland for 15 years so I like to pretend that I know my way around. And when it comes to downtown and most Southeast locales, I’m on solid footing. But I’m inexplicably drawn to the hinterlands, those little pockets of Portland and the outlying areas that resolutely continue to hock a loogie at any earnest effort to become more cosmopolitan. Perhaps due to my own hayseed upbringing (a shout out to all my Coos Bay homies!), I can easily morph into small-town mode when I find myself away from the urban center. I just put on a ball cap, keep my eyes on the floor, and make sure every third word is a profanity. Picture a Transformer that reconfigures itself from a Lexus to a riding mower.

I was way out Sandy Boulevard in the Parkrose ‘hood the other night with a fellow nightlife ne’er-do-well, looking for someplace to quaff a brew or two when we stumbled across a neon sign that hooked us like a pair of thirsty rainbow trout.

“What the hell’s the Wooden Chicken?” I asked Lucy. Since she’s lived here a few years longer than myself, I figured she knew all about it. She merely shrugged. We pulled over so I could get a picture of the sign, but we weren’t sure what to do next. Finally this bit of infallible logic won her over.

“C’mon! If you see a sign for a place called the Wooden Chicken, you damn well better go in,” I argued. So we did.

I was expecting a little squatter’s shack populated with barefoot guys called Zeke, Abner, and Rufus, tending a Rube Goldberg moonshine device, but the Wooden Chicken is a tidily rustic and spacious sports bar with a dozen or so screens tuned to the NASCAR network and 75¢ tacos on Tuesdays. And then there’s the beer taps.

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The dominating decorating motif here is a cornucopia of beer taps (sadly not connected to kegs) on every imaginable inch of wall space. Oh, there’s also a bar stool bearing Greg Biffle’s autograph. Ask your Uncle Red who he is.

“Wow, how many taps are there on these walls?” I wondered aloud.

“The last time we counted there were 2,137,” replied the bartender. “But there are always more coming in.” That was the first of two burning questions answered. The other?

“I really don’t know where the Wooden Chicken name came from,” he said, placing a pint of domestic lager in front of me. “We took over the place in 1984, and it was the Wooden Chicken then.”

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OK, historically minded drinking buddies, help me out. What is the origin of the Wooden Chicken name? I’ll settle for interesting made-up stories.

Yes, this is a competition and two winners will receive a valuable prize from me, the Bar Pilot: one winner for the actual origin story, and one for the most compelling fabrication. Go!

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