Beulahland is a weird alcove of old Portland that embraces new Portlanders the same way Egypt embraced Rome or the Hittites: by slyly assimilating them, rather than giving them their way. It is a catalog of its community—part bar, part community center, with a computer for public use and a photo booth to document it all. The Venderia machine in the back still sells 7-inch records for $2, Nerds candy for $2.50, and birth control for a mere dollar. The jukebox still plays CDs, filled by the bar with Gun Club or old soul. Mondays the bar fills for viewings of RuPaul on multiple screens, while on other nights the screens display Blazers or Timbers and, on Sundays, video night. Otherwise, nothing is on TV. Why? Because only Portland and its obsessions exist at Beulahland.
Happy hour: 4-7 pm daily. $3 wells, $4 martinis, $3.50 micro pints, $2 PBRs, $1 Old German cans.
Entertainment: Blazers and Timbers games, DJs, video karaoke Sundays.