If it takes you a while to get past the pretension of a place marked with an ambiguous logo—the bar’s only signage is a silhouette of, presumably, owner Ron Toms wearing a propeller-clad backpack—instead of a proper name, you’re not alone. Kinda smacks of “If you’re not in the know, you’re not welcome,” doesn’t it? But once you embrace the cavernous space’s late-’60s cocktail party motif—read: fondue aplenty ($8 small, $12 large) and creative innovations like a help-yourself water station made from an old wooden record player—you’ll feel right at home. Behind the bar, legendary PDX ’tenders, from hairy-and-awesome Seantos to that chick from buzz band the Chromatics, are at your service. Low-riding leather couches, an enormous back patio, every-other-Sunday B-movie matinees and kitschy hors d'oeuvres (go for the deviled eggs, $3) only add to the casual-swank atmosphere. In summer, the Burnside-facing windows convert to an open-air frontage, turning the whole place into an outdoor lounge—where always-a-dollar Tofutti Cuties are just the ticket.
Perfect Patron: Cocktail-appreciating, in-the-know singles or picnic table-sized groups whose steez is mod chic done well. (AGM)
HAPPY HOUR 4:30-6:30 PM MONDAY-FRIDAY: $1 OFF WELL DRINKS.
SMOKE-FREE, OUTDOOR SEATING, MOVIES, DANCING.