WHERE: The Big Legrowlski, 812 NW Couch St., Portland, OR, 97209
Let it never be said I’m not a sucker for a good gimmick.
I can’t remember when I first saw the cinematic cultural touchstone that is the Coen Brother’s “The Big Lebowski.” I think it may have been while I was flipping through channels and came across the stark and baffled faces of Jeff Bridges and John Goodman after the famous “ringer at the bridge” scene.
A moment later, John Goodman uttered the line that formed a cornerstone of my life philosophy since college, and I was a fan forever:
Since that boring night on the Jersey Shore, I have downed more than a few White Russian cocktails and irritated two girlfriends and my wife with viewings and trivia.
For the most part, they abided it well. (See what I did there?)
Thus, finding a certain bar during my perambulation of Portland can only be expressed as a sign from the Heavens.
I truly am a round-heeled pushover for the things I love, especially fandom.
“That’s just like, uh, your opinion, man.”
WHERE: Neat, 2637 SE Hawthorne Blvd., Portland, OR 97214
Sometimes, you just want a good whiskey. Not complicated cocktails, not pastel drinks, not funny or cute names.
You just want a place to be quiet, to relax, and to enjoy a goddamned whiskey. Walking down Hawthorne Boulevard in just such a mood, I was on my way to another bar that had an interesting name. I’d passed by it before, and thought it looked fascinating.
Neat is not that bar. It’s the bar that kept me from going there just after sticking my head in- everything I needed, and a shorter walk to boot.