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Drink From the neon-sign logo referencing ’70s pop-rock band Big Star to the old pages of Creem magazine plastered all over the restrooms, this newcomer is clearly aiming to be Portland’s new rock-’n’-roll hangout.   More

Drink Small, comfy and low-lit, Swift Lounge is probably the classiest-looking joint to have ever offered a $4 bucket of Four Loko.    More

Drink You can win porn and other related objects Tuesday nights at this cargo ship-themed tavern (which features, along with porthole windows, a painting of a kraken about to have its way with a pirate ship flying a Tanker flag), in a rousing round of “naughty bingo.”   More

Drink Janis Martin’s endearingly odd bar has a lot in common with inexpensive restaurants all over Japan, in that it is tiny, cramped and not quite level with the sidewalk, pays little attention to decor, and serves food so strange and delicious it might make you cry.   More

Drink Entering Teardrop Lounge can be a bit intimidating for the average lush, with its posh decor and use of 400-year-old spirits such as Batavia Arrack and Carpano Antica. But the benefit of imbibing at an establishment that announces its intention to “revive the lost art of mixing drinks” is that the well-manicured bartenders know how to pour ’em.   More

Drink Nothing like its original incarnation as a slinky, becurtained makeout bar, today’s Tiger Bar is a brick shoebox heavy on the rock-and-roll attitude.   More

Drink Thirty seconds have passed since I stepped into the Top of the Hill Tavern, and I’m already engaging in the first of the evening’s many high-fives. “What’s a Grape Bomb?” I’ve asked Mouse, the world’s friendliest bartender, in reference to the $5.75 special. “You can’t go to Top of the Hill without havin’ a Grape Bomb!” the gentleman on my left promptly enthuses before ordering one for each of us and introducing me to all the grizzled old-timers seated at the bar.   More

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