Woodstock is weird. On one block of the Southeast neighborhood's namesake street you'll find Nudi Noodle Place serves an appetizer with a plastic syringe of plum sauce, and Woodstock Tan also does hair, sells bongs and provides both FedEx service and a notary public. Next to those businesses, you'll find Fenders Moto-Cafe & Brew Pub (4336 SE Woodstock Blvd., 788-1587, fendersmotocafe.com), Portland's newest motorcycle-themed bar, which took over for the little-loved Mickey Finn's Brew Pub in October. The big box of a room has been outfitted with a bunch of old small-engine Japanese bikes and neon beer signs. There's a wine menu with pictures of the bottles. Despite describing itself as a "brew pub," there's no brewery here, and the waitress doesn't even have a tap list handy. After walking to look at the taps, I settled on Base Camp seasonal, which was served in a Coors Light glass. There are also burgers, though the "Braaap" ($9) might just be the most flavor-deficient slab of dry beef anywhere in Portland. Fenders is odd, but not in the good way. You're better off with the syringe next door.
Culture editor Martin Cizmar writes about food, beer, jam bands, country music, gangsta rap, bikes, cannabis and the outdoors. He’s originally from a smallish city in the part of Ohio that was once part of Connecticut and has worked as a reporter at dailies in Michigan, Virginia and Arizona and as music editor at the alt-weekly in Phoenix. He’s a passionate advocate for unfettered access to public lands, the repatriation of Oregon wolves, increased urban density and good machaca burritos. He is unwelcome in the cities of Salem and Lake Oswego.