Live music, strippers, cheap beer, friendly staff, and an all-red color scheme. What more could you want?
The Yamhill Pub is a glorious shit crater. It's a hole, a mess, a fucking dive. The walls and floors and sundry surfaces are more graffiti-ed than not, and the pub certainly came by every squiggle honestly. Plastic cups do for the dirt-cheap well drinks, and the very idea of ordering any kind of cocktail seems vastly inappropriate. The only thing that clashes with the Yamhill's perfect image of a dive is the surprisingly decent collection of taps. Even in the midst of punk squalor, Portlanders still demand a decent IPA. The Yamhill Pub is amazing. It's perfect. Never go there. You'll ruin it. JOE STRECKERT
Housed in a building painted in colorful Cuban style, Pambiche is good, fun, and justifiably popular. This Cuban/Latin NE hotspot does a lot with its menu, from tostones and empanadas to roast pork and prawns and a few items for the non-meat eater. They may not have liquor, but they get quite creative with their tropical drinks (including the refreshing Palm Beach Cooler, with white wine and mint), which pair nicely with the spicy cuisine. Save room for a little after dinner sweetness, because their desserts are not to be missed.
Slick live music venue decked out in red and black, featuring national and local acts as well as Sunday's sexy, erotic Sinferno Cabaret. There are three full-service bars because they know you're thirsty, and they serve pizza and pastas because they know you'll get hungry.