Roscoe's, I love you. I drank. I met friendly, cool people. The music was good. I just hope this place isn't ruined if the annoying hordes start migrating east.
Scuzzy coke-den dives aside--and I love 'em when yr feeling it, maybe the best bar east of 39th. Fuck that--on the entire east side of the city.
Let the bars in inner SE get all the hype. And the crowds of irritating fucks.
Though I suppose, feeling this way, I shouldn't be writing this.
Whatever. Roscoe's deserves the business.
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Always made me chuckle to see some stick-limbed urban lumberjack sporting overpriced Danner boots.
That said, yes they were made in China (explains the cheaper price), and I could give a fuck about the faux-artisanal backstory, but the Danner "office boots" I have are comfortable as fuck, waterproof, and one of the best pair of boots I have ever owned.
Too bad they avoided any interesting tunes as well.
So Graham, since you were pretty much the most easily replaced member of all of your bands, and no one gives a fuck about what you may be doing now, do you see a number of kindred souls in the Portland music scene? Lots of moustaches, hmmmm?
You have to admit, the crack about "wanting to get lost in your crack" is pretty fucking funny. Maybe they were just admiring your size, debu-chan.
If that's your idea of a witty comeback, Karmel, no wonder the WW isn't writing about your hobby.
Then again, maybe it was daddy issues. Things are confusing these days.
Police: Be on the lookout for drunk white woman somewhere in SE Portland. No, not all those other ones, the one who hit this angry bitch's boyfriend's car. No, he did not have the smarts to get the license plate, but he may have mommy issues, as it appears his mother may have actually written the complaint.
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