Panic Room
| 3100 Northeast Sandy Boulevard, Portland |
5 priser
8.00/10.00 |
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+1 503-238-0543 |
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BA Productions (22.11.2017 08:23)
One of the best small venues in Portland. Good food, great PA and stiff cocktails!
One of the best small venues in Portland. Good food, great PA and stiff cocktails!
Brian Cooper (08.11.2017 06:44)
They serve more than just tonic water, if you were nervous about that... But they DO try to sneak a little quinine into your mouth when you order. Fun!
They serve more than just tonic water, if you were nervous about that... But they DO try to sneak a little quinine into your mouth when you order. Fun!
Chloe White (26.10.2017 00:08)
Love the art on the walls, they've got a few pinball tables, great staff, sick place overall.
Love the art on the walls, they've got a few pinball tables, great staff, sick place overall.
Mike Hamilton (16.09.2017 20:13)
Its a cool place to kick it for awhile ...finally a bar to feed my metal head. . ( live bands ) and no one looks at me like im gonna rob them or some such ..cause there all dressed like me..wut a trip...I blend in...
Its a cool place to kick it for awhile ...finally a bar to feed my metal head. . ( live bands ) and no one looks at me like im gonna rob them or some such ..cause there all dressed like me..wut a trip...I blend in...
Tara Nagelhout (12.08.2017 03:47)
It did seem clean by a visual inspection. My nose disagreed. As a Bar Rescue junkie I had to stop in. The "waitress/bartender" stood in her hut. Her job title is in quotes because she neither waited nor tended to us. We were the ONLY people in the bar. She told us, across the room, to come up to the bar when we were ready to place our order, while not offering us menus. Listen, if I wanted to walk up and get my own damn menu and then walk back up every time I want to order something, I might as well wash my own dishes.
Hey, Ms. Frumpy behind the bar, little hint: that's your job!!
We walked out.
The bathroom was horrifying.
It did seem clean by a visual inspection. My nose disagreed. As a Bar Rescue junkie I had to stop in. The "waitress/bartender" stood in her hut. Her job title is in quotes because she neither waited nor tended to us. We were the ONLY people in the bar. She told us, across the room, to come up to the bar when we were ready to place our order, while not offering us menus. Listen, if I wanted to walk up and get my own damn menu and then walk back up every time I want to order something, I might as well wash my own dishes.
Hey, Ms. Frumpy behind the bar, little hint: that's your job!!
We walked out.
The bathroom was horrifying.
