Jason V.
Yelp
My-O-My, what have we here? A throwback, vintage, 70s-era tavern with sultry lighting, retro signage and décor, arcade games, pinball machines, a pool table, and a covered outdoor patio with its own food cart (Monster Smash Burgers)! Groovy, baby! I dig the vibe.
House cocktails include an unusual variety of concoctions, strongly poured and reasonably priced. Our before-sundown visit meant the place was lightly populated, with only one bartender on deck, but they managed to hold down the fort pretty well, and crank out drinks with surprising alacrity. Surprisingly, My-O-My is minor friendly up until 9pm, which is great news for parents like us, with a infant we are rarely separated from. I know that a stroller is a weird sight to see in a dive bar, but Keep Portland Weird, right? Keep your judgment to yourselves! Oh, and dogs are welcome as well on the patio!
My wife had the IT's Banana Time (which is not as banana-forward as its name proclaims), while I went with the Creepy's vodka Pickletini, as well as an OG Smash burger and some fries with garlic aioli from out back. As strange as it might seem to pair them together, the Pickletini absolutely complimented the burger, which also sports a peck of pickles in addition to the fantastic Monster Sauce (reminiscent of any "fry sauce" at another burger joint), and very delicious. Reminds me of the smash burgers and sauce I make at home, with a lot less work! The fries were just alright, many of them being too small, and slightly overcooked for my taste, but nicely seasoned, and the aioli was a nice accompaniment. Overall, everything was competently executed and served, and very enjoyable. I'm looking forward to trying out other cocktails on the menu, as well as another of those smash burgers...or two. I said don't judge, alright!?
I'm happy to see Sandy Blvd slowly transform from a seedy strip of dispensaries, vape shops, crappy hotels and dive bars into something more varied, stylish and welcoming. Many of its most recent additions have become destinations in themselves, worth crossing the forbidden divide of 82nd Ave into the wild west that is East Portland. Although, I have to ask...why do all of them have "O" in their names?! O'Dear, Sandy-Os, and now My-O-My. What gives? Well, either way, My-O-My stands in good company with the rest.