Pinstripes
1937 SE 11th Ave Portland,
OR 97214
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Southeast Portland
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BarFly's Review of Pinstripes
The Jolly Inn shan’t be mourned. We’ll miss the stories of transplanted professionals newly ensconced within
Ladd’s Addition seven figure digs – evidently so inured by the comparatively shallow dives ‘round inner south-east to venture past crumbling edifice and blacked out windows from upstairs crack emporium that they assumed the waters lovely and the regulars eager for company – who’d return from their first visit hours later, shaken, press-ganged into watching the cash register as bar-maid disappeared for crack klatch.
We’ll miss the collegiate punks trying to stomach the signature cocktail (twenty ounces of Hamm’s dumped into fitfully washed plastic buckets) and the marathon brawls of elderly roustabouts forcing area couples to switch jogging routes. Still, broken foosball tables, broken speakers, broken regulars, and a lingering scent that suggested walls recycled from urinal cakes does not a winning season make.
Pinstripes, the late in coming replacement, likely fancies itself the straw that would stir the drink ‘round Ladds, but, for an establishment so in thrall to the Yankees, they’ve learned rather the wrong lessons from the Mets braintrust. They gutted their farm system of regulars through relatively exorbitant prices and new servers that, shall we say, don’t hit their weight; our Saturday night tender seemed to have never heard of the house special advertised each table, a weirdly rejiggered Cape Cod, and grumbled about having to find cranberry juice.
They’ve thrown money at HD sets and an eerily-intricate décor – seemingly thrown together by a slightly autistic, scrap-book happy 8 year old left alone for the weekend with scissors, a glue gun, endless baseball memorabilia, and a complete disinterest in baseball – without ever addressing their greatest problems: the absence of kitchen space and constrained interior resembling the rec rooms of Bulgarian army barracks.
The Foosball tables, at least, have been fixed, and it no longer smells … of anything, really, which frightens after a while. One trembles to think what they’ve done