The Beermongers always feels like you should need a password to get in. From its drab, industrial strip-mall exterior, it looks like a malt supply store. But when you poke your head inside, it's a drinker's dream garage, a rough-edged beer cave decorated with soccer flags on every surface that doesn't have a case of rare beer pushed against it. The bar's always cramped—even more so during barrel-aged beer fests—but somehow it seems you can always find a seat. And the eight taps, while fewer than at most halls of beer, always include unexpected surprises, whether a Mosaic-hopped Revival cider from Reverend Nat's or a 2014 Ashtray Heart stout from New York's Evil Twin that's just about as smoky as it sounds.
Entertainment: Like all geeky Portland mancaves, this is a Timbers bar.