Yamhill Pub223 SW Yamhill St Portland, OR 97204
Phone: (503) 295.6613
Located in: Downtown Portland
BarFly's Review of Yamhill Pub
A genuine dive bar lurking midst the downtown shopping arcade, the Yamhill Pub maintains an unreconstructed seediness through blaring juke, food (and, for that matter, toilets) best avoided, actively-encouraged graffiti upon the smoke-stained walls, pennies-a-serving pitchers, and a fiercely-protective cadre of underemployed regulars (seniors, rockers, bike messengers) willing to throw themselves in front of Hummers to prevent the forces of gentrification. Intimidating for the first-time visitor, but that’s sort of the point.
|Yamhill Pub's Happy Hours|
|Monday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Tuesday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Wednesday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Thursday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Friday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Saturday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
|Sunday||$1 off all pitchers, $2.50 well 4-6pm|
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Yamhill IS the nastiest, dirtiest, grungiest bar is all of Portland, if not the world. I love it and will never stop drinking there. I firmly believe that if I don't have a drink there after my shift on Sundays, I will die. I must say though I do miss that hot redhead piece of ass behind the bar. Oh, well. Guess I'll be drinking at Bare Bone Bar a lot now too.
If you want a downtown Portland dive bar experience, The Yammie is the way to go. However, if you are one of the "pretty people" (i.e. "club promoters" etc.) thinking it would be cool to hang at a "dive bar" and mingle with the regulars, stay the fuck away unless you euphemistically have the balls to roll with us-- otherwise wear a Kevlar vest on your sensitive feelings for the few moments it takes to slam your drink before the natives get restless...and if ya got bank, tip yer fucking bartender, ya cheap screw!
I'm a club promoter in portland. My partner Nini Caine and i were on a search for "PORTLAND'S BEST HOLE IN THE WALL" ON OCT 24TH 2009. We had heard some pretty cool stuff about the yamhill pub so we decided to make an appearence there....did i mention that we were giving away a plethera of prizes that included: FREE tattoos and 5 FREE trips to hawaii! Well, we didn't even make it to the bathroom before we were verbally assulted by everyone in the bar calling us "whores" (i guess brushing your hair and teeth constitutes being a whore). the bartender was VERY rude to me for no reason. So, we left...we didn't give away trips to hawawii or free tattoos..so sad for you! THANKS FOR SENDING MY PARTNER AND I TO HAWAII! I'll be sure to send a postcard! ALOHA BITCHES!! ~Lola James and Nini Caine
All three/four of the BT's have been nothing but straight up cool to me and my out of town visitors, 1.00 PBR's Sunday, a damn fine spicy bloody mary, my favorite after work/on my way to a show bar, fuck yeah
ollie is the shit !!! The yami rules !! I am a transplant from NYC and the only motherfucker keepin it real in the PDX ....is big ollski !!!! Even though his bitch ass is from Boston ...I love my Ollie and my yam peeps !!
This place fills a very important need in my life: I work downtown and there are days I want a drink when 5 O'Clock rolls around. If I'm meeting friends for happy hour we'll go someplace like Lotus or Rialto and get food, too.
But when I'm alone, I just want the booze. Jasmine Tree is long gone and I've just never warmed up to Kelly's. Soon VC will be gone too (though I hardly ever go in there anymore). That leaves the Yamhill Pub as the only dive of any note in downtown Portland. Across I-405 I have other options, like Marathon or Commodore; but downtown, right after work, I have the Yamhill to get me a little sauced before I catch a bus.
The bartenders are friendly, they pour healthy drinks, and the prices are awfully low. I am not really a "regular" -- not a bike messenger or a hobo or whatnot -- but I'm in there often enough that the bartenders recognize me. There's always some entertaining nonsense on the TV and I can read or do a crossword in peace with my bourbon.
Splendidly seedy. I like the yammy for the cheap lubrication, dearth of pretentious plastic pricks and no nonsense staff. Little to offend except for the occasional cloud of smoke masking a bigger cloud of BO emanating from certain bar-side neighbours. BTW, when Ollie calls the cops to intimidate an obnoxious loser he secretly dials 411 not 911. Still effective though because you can never really be sure.
This truly is "downtown's last real bar." A staple in any Portland drunk's downtown repertoire. Cheap PBR, interesting regulars, unsettling atmosphere. You never really know what kind of trouble you're going to get into here, so be prepared for anything.
the barkeeps rule and rule over idiots like you. you must blow mule cock to have a problem in that joint. you want people to kiss yourass, well, we regs suggest rock bottom around the corner. oh yea, talking shit on the internet is really manly, your a real stud.
I have been to bars all over the country & like the local hangouts. But the Yamhill was the rudest place I have ever been to. From the fat slob behind the bar, to saying hi and getting threatened, this place sucks. Usually the local places you can say hi and have a conversation with someone. Not here. Rude mannerless people here.
1. The Yammy is the shit. Mural or no mural (whatever, I fucking love the mural. Thanks for sticking my squirrel in there)
2. Where's that dude who slow danced with me there one Wednesday afternoon? My stupid friend drug me out of there before I got your number & I'm STILL pissed about it.
3. We're going there tonight. See you guys there. Blurrily & through PBR goggles, but seeing you nonetheless.
The combination of slouching at the bar with my head down, and craning my neck to watch the creepy, creepy movie was American Zen Perfection.
A perfect Nirvana of a dive; conversations a bit slurred, but automatically profound. If you stay at any bar long enough, it starts to look like the Yamhill. Walk into the Yammy, and you're already there.
First off everyone should know that the Yammy is the best "real" bar out there. It's a shithole and that's what makes it fuckin' great. Anyone talking shit, about the piss, the painting, the lowlifes, shouldn't be stepping foot in there anyway. All you Joeys can go across to H2O. Find me there everyday after 5. Fuck all you haters! Show up, shut the fuck up, and get fucking drunk! That's what it's there for!
Every wednesday night Brad (of "Don't sell good drugs to Brad" fame) shows "Kung Fu" films here and lately they have been pretty good. watched Ong-Bak last night.
screw these nerds arguing about a hippy mural, i love you olly.... i will show you mine if you show me yours? xoxoxo
funny. hey, didn't mean to offend you by not calling you a "regular". i just didn't see you there very often at night. anyway, i like the mural ... and mean to go see your "show" (or whatever) at the Well. peace, Yamada
p.s. i asked a few of the other "regulars" and they said they liked it (except for Netzche77)
i constantly enjoy standing in the piss of fellow patrons in the swanky crapper. i love the yamhill. i gave the mural to the bar yessir. i am pictured in the mural because i hang out at the bar and i'm a "regular" and i've gone in there off and on for years. i don't give a fuck what any y'all haters think. if you don't like the mural dead poolers then deface the fucking thing just like you did to the shitty wall before. it is was either the mural or the shitty metal trailer park siding. i love the term hellcunt, beautiful. long live the yammy, ollie, travis and genevieve. - xo - chris "i'm not gay" haberman
best place to get rubbed up form behind by grizzled drunkies - while there be sure& get bacterium water in your face by towel-popping bt.
The Yamhill is one of those bars you never want to see change. Unfortunately I stopped in recently and nearly shit myself. The wall which was once a collective for the fine folks who drink and scribble at the Yamhill now has all the charm of a Romper Room for pre-schoolers. WtF! Patrons, nap time is over. Reclaim Your Bar!
I'm not going to attempt an intellectual discussion about the spelling of netzche with someone that has the grammer skills of a retarded seven year old hellcunt, sorry.
hey netzche77 ...your a real yamhill guy huh? first off punk its spelled Nietzsche.. who the fuck are you to diss that painting? i heard he gave it to the bar(?) i bet your some mean lil bastard with meaningful tattoo or something that expresses you angst, or maybe you work at powells or some other place that you can look down on someone. chris you rock..don't listen to him!!
It was so full of scary, dirty, nasty people- it was FANTASTIC! I felt like I stepped right in the middle of a really bad B-movie. COOL. (and the beer is good and cheap also)
hey, don't hold back. tell us how you really feel about the mural & artist. about the only thing i would agree with your post is that he's not a regular (at least within the last year or so). how does he know about various regulars like Gerbil etc? i assume he was once a regular. haven't heard negative things from the other regulars but i guess i haven't met you
The yamhill is my downtown sanctuary, I feel safer there then anywhere else downtown, but the stupid fuckin mural's gotta go, and the irritating closet homo who paints himself in the center of of the pile shit should go with it, Your not a regular, go find a glory hole in old town, you pretentious fake fuck.
i'm surprised no one has commented on the cool mural someone painted for the wall in the Yamhill.
still, my favorite place downtown ... even if Steve (or is it Billy?) the BT hates me.
When I need a taste after work, there are only a couple places downtown that will do it for me. Friendly bartenders, stuff cheap drinks, great happy hour. Discovery channel or the ballgame or a shitty movie on the TV. You can't beat the location. If you don't mind a smoky bar where you'll be sitting next to homeless people, Yamhill is it.
Fucking rad place. Never had anything but a good time there. Always something ridiculously amusing happening. Some of the best bartenders in town, too.
FYI, "Bambi" - if you think the Macaroni Grill is a gourmet restaurant, you're off your fucking bottle. Place is a shithole, with flavorless, waaay overpriced food.
I was glad to find a place that still has what it takes for the people of this world, all these stupid Cali people coming and tying to make the world good and proper. Wine, not that I have dont like it, I do, but freaking give me a tall one and call it golden. Kudos to all the thoes who are good normal Oregon people that dont mind the rain
The Yamhill Dude
Just because you're a yuppie cunt, doesn't mean the rest of the world is.
The Yamhill is the shit, plain & simple. If you're too prissy to step in piss, it's not for you though.
This is the type of business we do not need downtown in our beautiful city! Mommies and daddies come downtown with their kids to shop at our gorgeous Pioneer Place Mall and have gourmet meals at Romano's Macaroni Grill. The patrons of Yamhill Pub are like the cast to a George Romero movie; they will discourage people from spending their money downtown. The city should ask Yamhill Pub to close at 5pm and have their patrons take a bus with no windows so we do not have to look at them.
So the obese dude charges me $6.50 for my makers and coke.... then I go back again like a week or two later and I am charged $4.50? wtf? For sure a dive bar. Small and full of smoke and drunks. And maybe the nastiest bathrooms in portland. but an ok place to get crunked before you hit the clubs.
The yammy is fabulous. This girl in tight black jeans pulled a dildo out of her purse and somehow it ended up in a pitcher of beer. The purchasers of the beer didn't want it, afraid of hottie cooties I guess, so me and Bill got a free pitcher! Yeah! If you see this, Bill, call me already you freakin flake.
DA YAM bits like the sweet potato.. dark and grows a biggie underground following but for some reason its warm and orange in the middle. and kinda sweet.. and sure the eyes start growing but thats cause everybody stares. at the TV at the DRUNKs at Ollie and the late nite and early morning patrons.. IT rocks and the drinks well you gotta git drunk somewhere... and the Yammoi eill is a great place. I'd take my prom date there anytime.. ---!---/b
right the fuck on yamhill!!! i'm from boondock eastern oregon and was downtown looking for a decent hole in the wall bar where there was no friggin cover charge and actually had real people and affordable prices. six pitchers of pbr later, i vowed to be back anytime i was downtown again. awesome juke box, lively crowd, and great service. just like back home.
Oliver gets mad? damn, you must have to be a real asshole to get him to that point. decent juke and prices. most of the people i meet there are friendly and Oliver has pretty good taste on picking shit out to watch on the screen.
that guy is the best. he totally saved my ass from some nasty jock biznatches. cheap beer and ok booze prices(well). i wonder if i could capture the large fella...i'll go try right now!! team yammy!
It used to be that the yammy was the place on Monday night to spill yer guts at the weekly soire of the Drunk Poets Society.Sadly, it is no more, but it is still a friendly mix of zoobombers, punks, and pleasantly drunk geysers experiencing a midlife crises. The occassional hooker does swing by to pick up some business. One word of advice is no not cross BT Ollie. The huggable one has a short temper.
Jason and I were 86ed from the Yamhill a few years back. It was our first time there too. It wasn't that we were unruly obnoxious drunks either. We were on our first beer of the day.
Before we got kicked out, these people tried to scam a free dinner out of us, then accused us of stealing their wallet, then told the bartender we were paying for their tab and bailed.
I understand why the BT would be pissed off, but we were just two guys drinking that didn't have anything to do with those people.
Other than that, it seemed like a rockin' place.