I don’t mind drinking alone on Christmas Eve, but Christmas begs a little camaraderie (plus, I really can’t handle one more hour of NPR at its most maudlin, and anyway I’m out of bourbon).
Open bars that I know of: the Basement, the Rialto, the Bonfire, the Tanker, Bar of the Gods (or do we just call it BOG now?), Chopsticks, Grand Central Bowl, AMF Bowl on Powell…
Most of those culled from PDX Pipeline or this blog (which apparently everyone in town but me is reading, since four people sent me the link today; guess I’ll start).
See y’all tonight.
“or do we just call it BOG now?”
Wait, seriously? Did people ever stop just calling it BOG? Must have been after they ruined the place and all of the originals stopped going there.
I’ve never felt comfortable calling it BOG. But then I’ve never been a regular and I hate to be overfamiliar. I also don’t like it when the bank teller calls me by my first name.
Yeah, I heard it called BOG before I heard it’s “real” name.
Chopsticks was fun. Maybe a little too much fun. I spent most of my KJ tips on my bar tab. : P