Yamhill Pub

This is an eclectic place to go for drinks but the vibe made me feel so uncomfortable and uneasy at this bar. It wasn’t busy but the type of other customers there didn’t make me want to stay. They don’t serve food. The bartender was super friendly and the drink (Old Fashion) I had was strong but my friend and I had to leave soon after our visit. I just felt too uncomfortable to stay. It’s hard to explain but I have no desire to visit again.

The ambiance is fantastic, the bartender affable, the drinks good, and the prices low. Food's nothing to write home about, but you don't really go there for the food and there's plenty of places nearby to grab a bite if you get peckish. Best of all, there's a blue/red line stop right out front. One of my favorite places to stop in for a quick pint.

This place makes you earn the right to enter. Don't worry, they'll take great care of you! Wonderful bartender and even better drinks for a fair price. Come hang out!.

Full disclosure, I've never been here. But, I walked past it this weekend on my way to a bartending shift at Project Pabst. From a block away, I knew this was my kind of place. As I passed by, the dulcet tones of Dropkick Murphy's blared through the air. I could only peer inside longingly so I wouldn't be late for work. It WILL be my first stop next trip to Portland.

It's a grimey punk rock bar that is surprisingly clean! Much cleaner than most dive bars. The staff is cool and down to earth. One of my favorite bars in the area.

Just have to give this place a shout out. My friend and I were staying at a nearb6 hotel doing a short move from Portland to Seattle. The hotel recommended this place. I was sort of terrified walking in. We spent three hours talking, laughing and singing with the staff and patrons. Bartender was great fun and not a dbag. Good drinks. Good prices. Chill but kinda loud atmosphere. Bathrooms make you want to wash your hands 3x but it's art! Keep cool, dudes!

I give this place a solid 5 stars because it is the most DIVE’eeeee-DIVE BAR I have ever encountered in my pursuit of dive bars! Haha…and if you’re anything like me, I’m a lady but not that much of a lady. Meaning I LOVE me a rouge around the edges, real character, real stories, real drinks type of place. Seriously a great place. And wait until you see the wall art! Uffff…

Half my group was Canadian and regardless of the Oregon Liquor Control Commission explicitly stating that “An unexpired and unaltered driver license from a U.S. state, the District of Columbia, or a province or territory of Canada” are valid as a sole piece of ID the Canadians were not allowed to enter the bar with their Canadian drivers licenses. Then without warning, as the Canadians were coming back with their passports, security said “you’re drinking outside my bar, I’m not letting any of you in” and slammed the door. The whole experience was extremely rude, security was highly abrasive, and there was no respect provided to potential patrons. I would highly recommend frequenting another establishment given the choice. “Looks like a bar you would get shanked in”

Atmosphere: Grungy bar. Lot of VHS tapes, loud music. Definite dive bar. Some of the patrons are interesting to talk to but it's definitely one of the more divey bars in Portland. Food: Wouldn't dare eat here. Price: Cheap Service: Terrible. Bartenders don't really pay attention. They are more busy watching WWE or doing what they want than waiting on customers who have been obviously standing there waiting to order. On top of that they were rude on other occasions. The last time in was my last straw after they were extremely rude and confrontational towards my friend. I won't be back here ever. Parking: None. You're best off taking public transit. Overall, this is one of my least favorite places in Portland. Do not recommend to anyone and have heard similar stories from others about the place.

Had a great time at this bar. Great drinks, bartender and customers. The jukebox is cool too. The art on the wall is off the hook

The only bar I can go and feel the punk. I do wish the folks who don't like punk or know who Wendy O. Williams is would stay out, but the drinks are good and I can always find the punk.

Bartender was very nice. Place has affordable drinks. It's a perfect little dump. Probably my favorite bar.

Someone said in a review of this place that the highest it can get is 3 stars, because it's a grime pub. This is accurate, 101%. Don't let these 2 stars fool you. We were not treated poorly. Our beer wasn't served warm. No one fell through a chair or was yelled at or kicked out. No, no. This place gets 2 stars because it can only get 3 anyway and it does not deserve a one! So, Roxy, tell us, how did you like Yamhill Pub? Well, the only 2 pictures I managed to take should really say it all. The graffiti written above the pub sign stands out but not as much as the horde of cigarette lunging, homeless people who filled that graffiti covered sidewalk box fronting the doorway. I had to power walk past them and boy did I wish I was carrying some kind of protection -- mace, bear spray, a dagger, shurikens, a BB gun, electric bug zapper, anything! My silly self thought I should wear a pink Coach bag in Down Town. I should have been mugged or had my purse snatched. Anyway, back to the sign and the homeless hot box covered in low quality graffiti. So, there I was, coming up on the sign, in what I originally thought was an abandoned building. I clutch my Coach purse close to my body, desperately trying to hide the brand name that was undoubtedly screaming at everyone. I briskly walk past the hot box and it's bike toting inhabitants, I make a bee line for the door thinking that if I can get inside, I'll be safer for sure. Well whatta yknow.. I walk in and I don't get that warm fuzzy feeling after all. I don't think I'm too much safer in here.. it's this gosh dang pink purse. UGH. I pledge to never wear this thing in Portland ever again. The walls are bare, as in they have no sheet rock, just studs and ply wood covered in years of graffiti. I mean, graffiti on graffiti. Layers of the stuff. I glance around, my eye spies a small selection of spirits, a few taps, some bar merch that I found hilarious (wish I got that damn tshirt!), and a 25 cent peanut vending machine. I know how I'm about to sound but I'll say it anyway - Idk how hygienic those nuts are. I'm pretty sure that vending machine is meant for China made, plastic kids toys or old fashioned gum balls but anyway, who am I to judge. If the people want vending machine peanuts, they are getting vending machine peanuts! I meander up to the bar, it takes a minute for the bartender to come over (he was telling someone a story so duh, why stop on account of customers.). I glance around, what appear to be regulars are all happy and laughing, drinking their beers. So I order a beer. It was cold and delicious because it was Widmere Hefe. My partner gets some kind of whiskey on the rocks. No cube, no, no, you get straight up, classic ice here. We find a table that seems empty, we sit down and somehow, finish our drinks in record time. 5 mins tops? I have to pee but the graffiti covered sign that points the way to the bathroom warns me to wait. We pay our tiny tab and silently say good bye since no one cares that we are leaving so soon. I hustle my way out of the front door, clutching my bag again, and find my way onto a highly populated street. Ahhh, safer now! In conclusion, friends, Yamhill Pub is a place for those who want a cheap, cold beer, and don't want to bothered by the rest of the world. You can sit at the (small) bar and drink your sorrows away, buying vending machine peanuts when the mood strikes, and talking to your shoes, and no one will bat an eye. Will I be back? Gee, no, not intentionally anyway. I like a good dive bar with their greasy fried foods and bar flies who know the owners by name, but this place is on another level. Me and my pink purse don't belong but it doesn't mean you won't! Cheeeeeers.

Bartender was a complete ass. Heard him yell at multiple people coming in just bc he could. My first drink was $5 second of the same thing was 8.50. Went out to smoke came back in and friend sat down in a chair and fell completely through. The chair didn't have a seat. Bartender then yells at her for sitting there. What bar has a seat with no bottom??? She is bruised already complete BS. I understand this is a dive bar but this place needs shut down.

I like dive bars but damn, this place is just dirty and depressing. A tiny room with a couple tables and like 6 bar seats, no pool or nothing except a pinball machine. Faint aromas of piss dance among your nostrils throughout the duration of your stay. The draft beer is regular price but they have $3 pints of PBR and pub beer. And a 25 cent peanut machine lol.

Cheapest drinks in this city and the best bartender too. God has abandoned us but the Yamhill pub never will!!!

Yes,yes,yes. Soooo dive-y. It feels like home to me. Everything you could ever want from a dark, graffitied shit-hole(and I mean shit-hole in the best way possible). Have fun and Go Fuck Yourself love this place!

Definition of a dive bar. It's small, dark, and hidden. Walked in on a Thursday afternoon and there was me and one bartender, who must've been the owner because he had been there for 20+ years he said. Had a couple beers, talked with him and regular. Nothing to write home about, but it was exactly what I expected.

If a grungy punk rock bar is what you're looking for this is 5 stars. I haven't been there in a while but they have cheap drinks and a clientele that looks rough but in a charming way. Lots of sharpie graffiti throughout the place.

This is hands down my favorite place for a drink in Portland. The people there are always fun and the bartenders are awesome if you're not a jerk and perfectly rude to people who are jerks. It's equally fun outside or inside and watching a trash movie.

Thank you to Kaid, Jeremey and Mondo. I come for the patrons but they make you feel welcome.

This was a great shit hole. Great service. Solid beer! Decent pricing. Weird people. Graffiti everywhere. I'll be back

Greatest dive bar in Portland!! Love Armando's service. He will get stressed when it's busy but cut him slack, he's a good guy. Love that's it's not pretentious. Come as you are.

A great dive bar with Touchtunes. Didn't try any food but we have been 2 years in a row and I think these guys are great. PBR is the specialty of the house. A fun time was had by all!

the service gets worse every time i go but this time was something else; my group was refused as soon as we came in, 2 of us had passports and the a hole bartender checks one and immediately says it's fake ?? who tf wastes their time on a fake passport and there are stamps from other countries too lmao i promise just go somewhere else... the dive we went to after was laughing as they verified all of our IDs were valid

After a night out on the town after a concert we didn't expect to see this dive bar, but the bar was the vibe! We questioned walking in at first but the service of the bartender and customers were absolutely amazing! We stayed a little too long out after a concert and there was some concerns about other customers and the bartender and another caring individual were so aware of it that they asked if we were okay. They continued to make sure we made it home safe, 10000% would come back to karaoke and drink here! They were honestly so amazing!

I've seen slightly bigger dumps in John Goodman's toilet. Ranked #289 of 364 bars in Portland by a popular website that advises people on trips. I like a tiny, loud, trashy dive, but something about it wasn't welcoming, so I get the feeling it's a great place for locals or when it's empty. My wife described it as a place where Rizzo the Rat would ice skate on butter, which I assume is some weird Muppets Take Manhattan reference.

Hello . I came in here two nights ago while my granddaughter was at handm, I couldn't be in there, it made me feel old and the music was very loud ! A young person named Armando helped me, and when i asked if Todd-Paul could be there, he said "I don't beeping care" and I said "thank you!" Their jukebox was playing some nice John Denver, everybody around was singing along to it. This place smelled like disinfectant and i had a " black and blue" as Armando recommended it to me . I was thankful that the bathroom had a lock, and it seemed like a boon that the water was working. Todd-Paul had a water . My granddaughter texted me and told me she needed my credit card , so I said "give me another black and blue Armando! And a double water for Todd-Paul!" When I got to handm, I was glad that my granddaughter has her learner's permit . Todd-Paul and i say in the backseat and pretended she was my chauffeur. thank you .

Not POC friendly. Owner was great and personable but on other days when other staff are there, it becomes an exclusive and elitist punk/ rock club. Needless to say, I will not return. Other people may have better luck and that's just how some place in Portland are and I've come to accept that.

What a dump bar. Notice I didn't say "dive" bar. The smell of body odor from the bus depot homeless was overwhelming as I walked around trying to find a non filthy place to sit. But the worst part is that a couple of normal drinks cost $20 (with a tip). Perhaps they saw me coming and failed to give me the hobo discount. First time last time.

Cool little pub with a lot of personality and stiff drinks. We each had 2 cocktails, which seemed like 4 haha. Service was quick and friendly.

If you love the the appeal and grit only a dive bar can bring then this is the place for you. Paintings, stickers, and markers filled the walls. The bartender was chill and the drinks were stiff.

Treated my friends and I poorly as soon as we walked in the door. Accused us of stealing when we paid for everything we had. We did not fit the "punk rock" profile and felt like we always had eyes on us.

They kick out stupid mellenials. Disregard all poor reviews. If you come to a dive bar, don't order a fucking tequila sunrise. or a martini. This place is dope!

Upon touch down, Jeeves and Mildred, my grandparents visiting from Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch village on the island of Anglesey in Wales, Britain, promptly advised me that we were headed to the Yamhill Pub. Upon entrance, the smell of freshly buttered lobster and vintage port filled the air, monocle-clad servers bustled with trays of beluga and fois gras flight boards. The night was majestic and memories of this charming olde world pub still dance through my head on occasion. If you are visiting Portland, this is the first and only establishment that should top your itinerary.

This place is a shithole. And an unabashed one at that. I didn't know whether to give it one star or five...so I went to the middle. It was cold when we went there so it sucked. If it was warm, most likely it would've been okay and we could have drank enough to make it a fun experience. But it was cold, so it sucked.

We went out with my friend for her boyfriend and the bartender wouldn't serve us even though we were all 21 and all vaccinated. He was rude and didn't even entertain the idea of serving us. He was rude and wasn't willing to be nice at all. Don't go. Not fun. Not yam hill oriented. Just rude. Awful.

Last shit-hole dive bar a la punk rock downtown. Last real dive bar downtown period. And it's a fucking glorious, bare walled, graffiti strewn, doors torn from the toilet stalls masterpiece. The staff are super genuine and friendly, and the joint is refreshingly free of douchebags, who are clearly and thankfully afraid to walk in the door. And even more thankfully, it hasn't been 'discovered' and colonized by the trendy asshole hipster set either. Full bar and a decent selection of taps. Very reasonable prices. Frequent and support and nurture this gem of an establishment. There are fewer and fewer places left like this in Portland.

Mondo kicked me out....I had paid my bill already and tipped him 6$ cash on $20 tab..... and I was outside chilling by the door......this young woman approached me and handed me a business card.....and I didn't have my glasses on....and I can't see at night....I realized she was handing me her Texas identification....drivers license. She must've tattled on me because mondo came out all tough and tried to run me off....I couldn't tell if he was joking or not....just doing his job and I respect the rules....but he insisted that I asked this woman for her Id....when in reality she just handed it to me....she labeled and judged me incorrectly and then mondo gets all street hard on me...fuck it...it was a fun stop and mondo can apologize next time I come in....this place is great!

Usually a pretty good place, shitty staff Friday nights I guess. Cheap beer, but that's about it, if you aren't someone the bartender is trying to sleep with, you will probably just be belittled.

Don't believe the hype. If you make it past the door of this crust-pub and still expect anything other than the deepest of dive bars, it's your own fault you had a bad experience. This is clearly a grime pub, so you should expect a grimy atmosphere, surly bartenders, and cheap alcohol. They deliver on every count. The bad reviews here aren't wrong they are just from soft tourists and wanna-be hipsters. This is a true PDX crust-pub so pretentious people need not visit...head up the block to Yard House where the bad service is clean and shiny. All Hail Yamhill Pub!

This place is the definition of dive bars. From the graffiti decor to the lack of beer selection, you'll feel right at home if you live in the nearby housing or are homeless. All kidding aside, you'll love this place if you think Kelly's is too upscale. Only 3 stars because it's a dive bar, and they shouldn't get more for being better at being trashy.

This place is awful! I'm a dive bar enthusiast. This place wont accept patrons if they came in with energy. By that I mean don't come into this place with any energy. We came with a wedding party and they were so rude(and I'm from CA) They suck and personally being A restaurant owner tbey should reconsider their business in the mist of a pandemic. Point blank. Rude employees with a high school judgy vibe. Never would I ever recommend this place to anyone. Dive bars should be embarrassed cause they are diluting the name.

If your looking for a Dive Bar pull open the doors of this hidden gem. Reminds me of a punk rock dream scene with stickers labeling every inch of every service. Cheap drinks and good friendly people. 4 PBRs for $7!? But hope you dont have to use the restroom.

I get the "punk" aesthetic. The bartenders are short and to the point. I've lived in Portland my whole life, and I don't expect anything different from Yamhill pub. However, a bartender there named (if I have it right) Mando, made my girlfriend cry. I guess she said something to him that he found mildly offensive, and when she tried to apologize, he threw her tip money in her face and told her to f* off. I have been a bartender my whole adult life, and I was ashamed at the way he behaved. I understand working in a place like that keeps you on edge, but he lost his cool in a way that I find absolutely unprofessional. It's one thing to be edgy, it's another thing to be a dick, and he trampled all over that line. I will never go to Yamhill again.

The bartender cut off a scruffy brown guy and then kicked our table of 6 out because we had a different scruffy brown guy drinking with us, and the bartender couldn't tell the two apart. The customer service experience is probably more pleasant if you're white, but that's Portland for you.

Cheap beer, good drinks and a bar that sings bad karaoke together. Yeah, needless to say I like this spot.

Ironic is fine. Like parties at the Union Hall. Stopped in for a PBR to check it. I would agree with the reviews. Bad dank, not good dank. Crusties, bike messengers, tragics, cultural explorers, the hopeless. It's a social worker's paradise. My friend stopped in alone, two months ago, on a not too hopeful Portland rainy afternoon. Super sweet, hot, inked, young, small town. Open is not a sin, it's a saint. She got roofied in the daytime, likely by the staff, as she was at the bar the whole time. Had to call her ex hours later, which was a pretty desperate step given the abuse history between the two, to bring her home with some mysterious bruises where they shouldn't be and no idea how they got there. She passed tragically a few years later amid artistic pursuits in the Midwest. So seriously sad to update this episode. Hugs to her family who love her dearly. How interesting Yelp has a category for dive bars. This one is Deepwater Horizon depth and equally tragic. I had debated and decided at the time not to write about this, but people were seriously talking dive bars, and I had to respond. Guess it's OK if you like that kind of thing. (Union Hall is a notorious in a good way Old Town squat and warehouse space popular with the Zoobombers which closed but seemed to work.)

The Good - Excellent happy hour, good prices, people watching, capable and entertaining bartenders. The Bad - Seemingly random scheduling, a caustic and curmudgeonly owner, and odd "improvements" that clash with the spirit of this beloved shithole. Need more? OK. I'll elaborate, nitwits. For the most part the booze pours can be rated from good to fucking excellent. I have a feeling that this depends on you and your attitude, though. Beer - A well-rounded selection that should satisfy everyone from hopheads to panhandlers. A good selection of nostalgia beers (Rainer, PBR, etc.) rounds out the choices. Holes and oddities in the pricing and selection do exist, however. (Where is the Old Crow and Old German?) And yes, $5 is too much for R&R, but why the fucking hell are you drinking that swill in the first place? People watching here is excellent. The regulars are a motley assortment of miscreants, service industry staff*, the indigent, and punks/messengers/fuck ups. Throw in a wild card smattering of "accidental" customers and you have one of the most entertaining bars in town. So what's the problem? Why only three stars? I am seeing the good bartenders less and less. What the hell is up with the owner constantly changing the schedule? Does he understand that it hurts his business and pocket? Why do the popular A-List bartenders have fewer and fewer nights here? The Big Guy bartender is a mouthy motherfucker. Brash, ornery, and LOUD! The thing is, though, he gets the job done. He does it damned well too. He manages to entertain, serve, and police the joint while bringing a little East Coast style to you passive aggressive namby-pamby fucks. Why are we seeing less and less of this popular bartender? The Hot Redhead - She was the only reason to venture downtown on a Saturday night. Period. I was in there a couple months ago and my date gasped when she first caught a glimpse of the Redhead's beautiful ass. Wow! We talked with her for a while and she was entertaining, knowledgeable, and just plain cool. The bar was packed, almost standing room only. I have made attempts to get a drink the last two Saturday nights at the Yamhill. Upon entering the empty bar I noticed a lack of hot Redhead. It was a fucking ghost town, almost oppressive. I left without ordering. Where has she gone? Why has she gone?

Begin Chat Transcription: me: Yamhill Pub was fun! I can't believe I'd never been there before! A: I've only been once many yrs ago is it still very smelly me: It did not seem smelly. It was quite cozy, really. Def some dude maybe shooting up in the ladies' bathroom, def graffiti on every surface, def some missing teeth among the regulars but cozy! A: lolz me: I felt totally comfortable. Bartender was friendly and sweet, dudes bellied up to the bar were laid back and cool. Vibe for a Weds night was good. I'd go back for sure. Perhaps I should copy paste that into a review :) A: do it

Yamhill Pub....the epitome of dive bars. Here are my observations: Hole-in-the-wall joint Has a faint smokey smell even after it's been banned for years Grimy graffiti decor and old tables Worst. bathrooms. ever. This is no lie. Try to avoid at all costs. Don't. touch. anything. Pretty good beers on tap and they also serve a few different 22oz bottles. Score. Nice and friendly staff, no harm there. Couple TVs to watch the Timber's games Inexpensive drinks "Regular" patrons. Punks. Blue collars. Grunge. All walks of life. Have not tried the food but was quite intrigued by them dumping an entire bag of nacho dorritos into something. This is typically somewhere you would stop in after you've already had a few

Saying "oh it's the only dive bar left in Portland!" is not nearly a good enough excuse to come here. And I question your decision making if you consistently give these people your hard working (or pan handled) money. And if your one of the people that defend this place, then I'm sure you're an upstanding citizen yourself that likes these grungy places that you get treated like s, it smells like s, and you might be sitting in s also, probably like your at home life. Like, seriously. Buy a Pabst at 711, go talk to a bum on a sidewalk curb and you'll get a similar, maybe even better, experience and less bacterial infection. Bartender Bro wearing the "Worlds Okiest Bartender" shirt lived up to it. While I was waiting for him to finish up his bad ass story of how he kicked some girls out recently for "giving me attitude when asking for id", I asked for a beer but he wanted to see the 3 guys in my parties IDs (understandable) but I was just getting a beer for myself, not them. He proceeds to look over me, crack jokes about "hey these guys know what to do at a bar! They got them id's ready" and take two other guys order. Ok, funny, we got it, your a character. He takes the order of two other guys and when he finishes I say "And if I could have a phobos red" and slide him my card. If you've read other reviews, you could assume and be correct that he said he wouldn't serve me or any of my friends. I was in there less than 2 minutes before he decided not to serve me. Seems like a great business practice, picking and choosing who you want to serve. My guess is his mind was already made up and he would've found any excuse to either not serve or kick out out shortly after getting drinks. With classic Portland establishments like the Lotus and over 70+ restaurants/bars closing in 2016 (https://www.google.com/amp/pdx.eater.com/platform/amp/2016/10/5/13151596/estaurant-closings-portland-2016-oregont), it's only a matter of time before money, big business, gentrification and all other aspects come for this bar and close it down for some high rise apartments or motel. Won't be upset if it does happen too. Home of Skidmark Steve.

This place is infamous in Portland for being one of the roughest, nastiest bars in town. When I read the reviews and comments from people online, I was expecting it to be similar to CBGB back in New York. Spartan bar, limited to non-existent food options, loud music, surly service, disgusting restrooms. It's a throwback to the good ol' days when bars were bars. $1.50 PBR happy hours are definitely an attraction. It's honestly not as bad as others have said; it's a typical dive/punk bar and if you mind your own business you will be fine. They don't do live music or anything of the sort, which is a benefit to people like me that can't handle high-decibel levels. Bartender was friendly enough, and the restroom was serviceable. I wouldn't go out of my way to come here, but it's a decent spot to grab a drink downtown.

AVOID. AVOID. AVOID. AVOID AVOID. AVOID. If possible I'd give this shit hole of a poor excuse of a bar 1 star maybe half. I've been to this bar before and wasn't impressed then. Let's see, where do I begin. As soon as you walk in the door you probably think you're in a homeless camp, the bar and staff look terrible and the whole place stinks like water garbage. For some stupid reason there is graffiti and random bullshit on the walls, ceiling, bar, etc. Makes the place look like a dump but worse. Yes, worse than the dump. But, I digress, moving on to the staff. One review above mentioned that the bar was still hidden and not taken over by hipsters or douche bags. They were wrong. The lone bartender working on saturday night smelled so strongly of a vinegar rich bag of douche you could smell it as you walked in the door. Covered in shitty neck tattoos with an 'I'm better than you cause I pour drinks' attitude. Not only did the bar tender look homeless, but all of the patrons as well (excluding myself and the rest of my friends) it will only be a matter of time until the health department responds to my several requests to inquire about all the code violations that were clear as day. Did I mention the bartender? Obviously uneducated, couldn't even pour a beer correctly, in my opinion, he may have been under the influence of alcohol or possibly even drugs. I'm not sure if it's legal for the staff behind the bar to drink? Is that okay? I'm pretty sure I saw him taking shots. Please take my review seriously, avoid this toilet of a bar. You'll have a better time and avoid being harassed for no reason in other bars. I can guarantee without a doubt that the owners/staff won't read this because of the simple fact that they probably can't read. I'll never walk through the door again, I will only use the door as a urinal/feces target.

If you want a dive, this is the place to go! It's a pretty sweet little bar with cheap drinks and cool bartenders. It's totally covered in graffiti which is what drew me in in the first place.

Oh my god there is a CHARMANDER here every 20 minutes on Saturday nights!!!! Watch out if you're from Canada they are not very welcoming.

Ambience is an elusive beast when it comes to dive bars of this caliber, but the owner of this establishment really knew how to tame that unicorn and convince it to have the orgy with the gryphon, the Sphinx, and the sloth. What I thought was service in most bars I've attended regularly over my 36 years on this earth was nothing compared to the blatant disregard for my feelings in contrast with extreme attention paid to my thirst. I never lacked for cheap beer or a shot of well whiskey for more than a few minutes as I made my way to obliterating my short term memory and liver, ending up many a night in random homes with regulars from this place. I don't mind stained mattresses on the floor with no sheets, nor should you if you love McCormick whiskey. It's an acquired taste that takes years of sub-standard relations with people at your local muddy watering hole to develop. The regulars here are a mixed bag of ludes, tootsie rolls, and pez dispensers. You'll never find yourself having a moment to acclimate to the environment before somebody throws a wrench in the gears thoroughly convincing you that you just accidentally walked onto the set of a reality tv show being made by Johnny Knoxville, a Dickhouse Production maybe.. Beverage prices are extremely reasonable as it's possible to come here with a pocket full of change and a few crumpled up bills you spanged from yuppy corporate types walking by on their BlackBerrys, and get an easy buzz worthy of a few 100 right swipes on Tinder that'll leave you ready to chew off you own arm to escape later that night. If Ben is working he definitely will encourage well-shots of warm gin as this is a secret favorite among regulars at this fine establishment. If that doesn't settle in your stomach well; don't worry, there's two bathrooms only steps away that look like smaller versions of the actual bar, except with a toilet or a urinal. I've even seen a local bartender from a bar nearby ass to metal on the urinal taking a #2 or #3. I didn't ask. Nights when Mondo works be sure to bring Hostess Zingers as his sweet tooth has been known to surpass that of most people on TLC's "My 600-lb Life." He also enjoys watching you take naps on the bar as long as you have another person with you to hold your head as you lose your pad Thai on the sidewalk out front moments after being kicked out for snoring. Don't mention his weight though as he's a delicate flower most evenings. If you happen to stumble in to this place in the late afternoon the happy hour discounts are abundant, but can be confusing when there are literally multiple parts with different pricing, like a bad Look Who's Talking sequel.. Also if you're into graffiti you won't be disappointed as the first time I took a photo of myself in this place, my friend was easily offended by the assumption that I had took a selfie on a shitter and sent it to them. Last but not least the music and what to expect; raw tunes from a jukebox that's filled with all the stoner hits as well as the top 40 of the past three decades. I like to personally log in from my work nearby to the interactive online jukebox and play the most annoying songs I can search for basking in the thought of what life is like at the Yammy at just that moment. Cheers!