Bar Reviews No one was expecting Lauren to show up at Beer (1410 SE Stark St., 233-2337, facebook.com/BeerPortland). Sure, on paper, Beer is just a generically named bar with $2.50 Miller Lites next to a shop   More

Bar Reviews Near cases bursting with a rainbow of decadent macarons and $3 eau de vie-filled chocolates, patrons at the new Pix Patisserie location (2225 E Burnside St., 271-7166, pixpatisserie.com) can sift th   More

Bar Reviews In attempting to summon cool, Streetcar Bistro and Taproom (1101 NW Northrup St., 227-2988, streetcarbistro.com) might have looked a bit farther than our city’s much-loathed covered moving sidew   More

Bar Reviews Sky Club (50 SW 3rd Ave., 223-1375, skyclubpdx.com) is a stage in a corner. A trapeze and silken strands are suspended from the corner’s beams, while hoops and glowing tethered balls whiz around   More

Bar Reviews In a no-frills space designed as a lunchroom for office workers at the old Columbia Sportswear factory in St. Johns, an odd surprise: some of the best cocktails in Portland. Cathedral Park Kitchen   More

Bar Reviews Base Camp Brewing is basically REI in bar form: a cavernous, urban ski lodge decked out with tables made with rocks and timber from Klamath Falls, bungee cords, carabiners, camping lanterns and a huge upturned canoe on the ceiling.   More

Bar Reviews In the summer months, I understand Hayden Island bars are occasionally hoppin’ with jet skiers and yachtsmen. This time of year, it’s Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island. Island Cafe is closed until A   More

Bar Reviews Waiting is an intrinsic part of Portland life. Drive past either Salt & Straw location, at practically any time of day, in any sort of weather, and there will be a line stretching around the   More

Bar Reviews Two words: pork parfait. If the phrase alone isn’t tickling your gag reflex, you’re not thinking about it hard enough. Imagine one of those fast-food, “just throw a bunch of shit into a si   More

Bar Reviews The high-def version of Big Buck Hunter looks nothing like the primitive arcade cabinet I remember from the rural America of my younger years. The deer flash vivid terror in their big brown eyes   More