Underdogs Sports Bar

Service was really slow. The bartender was an older girl who was working by herself on a game day while the owner/​boss watched the games with the customers. My brother ordered a breakfast plate and she forgot his ketchup. By the time she realized it and brought it over, he was pretty much done eating. I ordered a cheeseburger with bacon and no tomato. When I finally received it, there was tomatoes on it and no bacon. My friend ordered a French dip and the bartender said it supposed to have Swiss cheese on it and there wasn’t any.
My friend said she was slow with the register, she couldn’t really figure out parts of the touch screen.
On game day, there should have been more help, especially if the owner was there.

Great ladies working at the bar last night. The bar got busy and they handled it very well.

A couple of times in my life I have thought, «I think owning a bar would be pretty cool.» I think this is probably what happened at this bar. The difference between my musings and Underdogs is that I recognized my own lack of bar tending, bar managing, and kitchen experience and left it to the pros.
Waiting 15 minutes for a drink and another 30 minutes for Nachos that never show up is sad, but even more depressing is that this amazing location can’t save a bar that will undoubtedly be run into the ground.
When my girlfriend went to close out after an hour in the bar and the aforementioned 30 minute wait for nachos, the owner complained that they were now ready and that he «had spent 10 minutes finding the games (we) wanted on the TVs.» To my thinking 10 minutes spent «finding» 1 of the 2 games is evidence of poor management; throwing it in a customer’s face is evidence of a poor attitude in general, not to mention the way he threw his wife (a co-​owner) under the bus for «Always screwing up the tickets.» In fact, she was the only bright spot in the service last time we visited.
If you’re looking for a sports bar that doesn’t have MLB TV, good service, clean tables, a wait-​staff, or a sense of customer service, then by all means come on in! You’ll get the privilege of waiting forever for $ 2 PBRs that ring up as Lagunitas IPAs served by a sour puss. Or you could pick from a host of other bars within spitting distance that have a clue.

For what this place is, its great. A dumpy, divey sports bar where you can catch a game. Is it filthy? yes. Is it lit like a cave? yes. Can you get wasted with friends and be an idiot? yes. Ping-​pong, billiards and sports? Yes please. The shuffle board table is warped, the place is rarely cleaned and the service is spotty. 6 or so beers on tap and food can be ordered in from the Silver Dollar (same owners). I, for one, cant hate on an establishment where all of it’s customers enjoy seeing the UO ducks suffer and lose.

When you can feel the sticky condensation of hot, sweaty, gross people as soon as you walk in and are afraid to touch anything in a place, you should leave.
That is what I wanted to do, but I was with people who were drunk enough to want to play ping-​pong for 20 minutes, so I sucked it up for a little while. I’m not a snob, I like a good dive bar every now and then, but this place is not even worthy of being called that.
It’s just kind of gross. I’d give it another star if it at least had some semblance of ventilation.

Can’t comment on the drinks/​staff. Came here to play ping-​pong. thats about it

Not to give this the «suicide note vibe,» but this will be the most futile Unilocal review I ever write. Why? Because the thing about this bar is that there are two camps of people, those who will love this bar and those who will hate it. If you’re in the «I love it» camp a.) I feel so sorry for you (or envious at your visceral fortitude for absolute shit) and b.) you’re going to love it anyway. I believe it was the great poet R Kelly who said, «Haters gonna hate.» Well, indeed.
I wound up here in an attempt to kill an hour between Birthday Party Bus shenanigans and our reservation elsewhere. Gypsy denied our entry into that fine establishment because we were getting off a party bus, which I thought was funny… and also naïve declination about their own clientele. Anywho… this bar was happy to have us. We probably could have peed our pants prior to entry and they wouldn’t have even noticed amidst the gads of «I’m going to pee my pants later» gents and ladies who were all carrying on in ways that seemed nostalgic of long-​past college days. (Not the college experiences that involved forging life-​long friendships and learning, per se… but more the experiences that err on the side of «hard life lessons» and «cautionary tales» and of course all of the unholy deeds that will never land you in any sort of political position… well…). It’s hard to say if any of them made it through college and/​or were on the 7 year program for that pesky Liberal Arts degree… no matter. They miss college. This bar helps quench the third for a frat basement. This bar is Uncle Rico.
If you like crowds, and loud noises, and lines all around the bar 6 people thick, and pool tables, and unflattering lighting, and people who chew tobacco and drink like they’re trying to forget about shortcomings… you will LOVE this place! If you want to take a night off from Blitz… check this place out. Additionally, I would say your chances are quite strong to bring something home from this bar for a night of sloppy sex that one of you will regret if you can remember it. But, I mean, these days there’s an antibiotic and a cream for everything…

Nice place to go when Silver Dollar is to busy. Pool tables are usually open.

Even though my friends and I had a blast in Underdogs Sports Bar, one time is enough.
The games were dirt cheap. Ping Pong was $ 1 per person. Pool was either $ 0.75 or $ 1.00, I can’t recall. There’s even a breathalizer in the corner which we enjoyed, but overall the place needs a bit of a lift.
I wanted to sit down and luckily I put my hand on the stool first because it was super sticky. The bar area’s ledge was sticky too. I’m sure it’s from spilled drinks, but everything seemed a little too filthy for me. The vodka and tequila shots I had were the worst/​lowest quality. Sure it’s cheap, but one time’s enough.

One of the few bars with ping pong and pool available. Only had beer there so I can’t speak on the food or mixed drinks.

I enjoyed this place quite a lot last time I was there, I think the reason why there hasn’t been good reviews for this place is because of it’s location, It’s next to a bunch of ritzy restaurants/​bar set-​ups, and most people that hang out at those places rarely go to a «divey» sports bar for «frat» boys…
I like this place because I get to play pool and darts and shuffleboard for free (or at least last time I was there I don’t think they charged us, or at least very much, to play the shuffle board/​darts/​pingpong, not too sure about pool) Their drinks are cheap and it’s especially fun when you have a group of people and just want to socialize and have fun. I am rooting for the underdog! The bartenders seem friendly and nice!

I went to Underdogs the other night (1÷14÷12) with friends and have vowed never to go there again. It would be fine if the bartender actually did her job and the frat boy vibe wasn’t there. But instead the bartender would leave the bar unattended while she played the basketball game with a bunch of guys, leaving other patrons waiting. The nail in the coffin was when my friend and I played Cee Lo’s «F*** You» on the juke box. Apparently the bartender has the ability to skip over songs, which is fine if she had come up to us and let us know she was going to do that and paid us back. But instead when we asked her why she skipped over it, she threw a ton of attitude and didn’t want to pay us back. If you want to an overpriced beer in what looks like an abandoned basement, and get a bunch of attitude by some silly pants-​less girl who wants to play morale police, then yeah go to Underdogs.

I’d agree with the frat boy atmosphere. I think everyone there was under 25. I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. Everyone was pretty friendly.
I’ve been there a couple of times to watch games that I can’t get at home and enjoyed the experience (mostly being left alone).
My wife and I live close by and thought we’d stop by, play some ping pong. We ended up dropping $ 12 because they charge for the ping pong and they make you buy drink or food.
The mozzarella sticks were good, but not worth the price when we just wanted to play some ping pong.

Whoa! Did I just land in the basement of a fraternity? That’s the vibe, and decorating expertise going on here.
The space itself has potential, but they mucked it up, completely. The bathroom was an unkept mess, the bench I tried to sit on was broken, the bartender doesn’t come out from behind the bar to take orders even though it’s usually dead. I haven’t tried the food. I can’t even think of anything I did like. I give up.
The least appealing bar on this street. It doesn’t fit the area, at all. I do love my dives (plenty of reviews for them), but they need to step up their game.

Joe: «This place smells like underarms.»
Me: «I think that’s hot dogs.»
I have heard a lot of people bemoan the loss of the Portland pharmacy, made famous in some indie movie. Never met her, so I won’t hold that against the Underdog.
But you have to know there’s something off when a place with free pool and seventy-​two HDTV’s has a 2 star rating on Unilocal.The vibe is awful, the clientele half bro and half sketchy, and there are just too many other bars which offer some sort of kitch factor or interesting tap selection to justify spending more than a half hour for a pool game.

There are two prevailing thoughts on «free» things.
The first is «free is a very good price.»
The other is «you get what you pay for.»
I’ll let you decide on Underdog’s free pool.
Exhibit A: There are three tables jammed into the space that would be required for one regulation table. Get used to checking six, or risking bar fights.
Exhibit B: the first stick I tried to use had no tip. The second had some internal rattle every time I moved it. The third not only had no tip was was unevenly broken where the tip should have been. The fourth was split at the butt end for about a foot. It had no rubber foot thing at the end. Neither did #2 now that I think about it.
Exhibit C: my table had an extra ball. (yes, it was ET, get over it).
Beer prices are decent, the pizza is, y’know, pretty okay. I had low expectations from my memory of the last Silver Dollar pizza I had but I had no complaints on the pizza. A large was low $ 20s and had 12 or so slices.
As to the clientele, when we first got there the pool table nearest the door was the domain of two white rapper types, then a rather big party showed up, including someone wearing business slacks and a wife beater. Class it up, homeboy!
A bachelorette party showed up and we bailed.
I’d rather go to Blue Moon.

I really wish I could give this place a 2.5. It’s basically the most average bar in the world. A few minor perks, free pool, free jukebox, but those items come at a premium. And the premium is food cost. I ordered a pepperoni pizza, which was delivered from across the street at Silver Dollar, and was delicious, but cost about 17 bucks for a medium. Brutal price for some pizza, but at that point in the evening, it seemed worth every penny. Nice TV’s but all are at really weird angles. While they claim it’s a sports bar, it didn’t really have the feel.
Bartender, a tattooed young lady, was kind and put up with our horrid taste in music. Cheers to that.

Hmmm, how can we make the intersection of NW 21^st and Glisan even more obnoxious? Open up a college-​y sports bar in the old Pharmacy building that is completely out of place to cater to throngs of hair-​gel dudes who left their girlfriends back in Beaverton for night. Ugh.
I found this crappy bar by searching for a new spot relatively close to PGE Park, hoping to avoid the Kingston-​Marathon-​Matador madness before the UO/​OSU baseball game last night, as there were thousands of Eugene/​Corvallis folks/​frat bros in town. Fail.
A1, I stood at the bar with cash in hand as the bartender passed me by three times. It wasn’t busy in there at all, but he was too busy high-​fiving some puka-​shelled Tonys making loud jokes about how the Indian kids in «Slumdog Millionaire» were «retards».
B2, I asked him if he could tell me where the nearest convenience store was. He said, «No». Really? You really can’t tell me that the Quick Stop a block and a half away is the nearest store? A few moments later he then said, «You gotta cross Burnside for that.» Thanks, guy, very helpful.
So, there you have it. Zero beers later and cash still in hand, I left. It never ceases to amaze me when I can’t get a bartender to take money from me. It’s the easiest system in the world, really. You have beer, I have green papers with presidents on them. Trade me.
If you’re planning on having fun at Underdogs, you’re better off slipping yourself your own Roofie ahead of time.

free pool! always a good thing. the décor is a huge improvement over the nob hill pharmacy sketchpool.
when i went in on a thurs, it was «ladies night» which amounted to cheap well drinks and some kind of mini sausage on a stick for $ 1?
i stuck to a regular price IPA, and got my money’s worth playing a few rounds of (did i mention free??) pool with the bf.
the next morning… WOW… for spending maybe an hour in this place, my clothes REEKED of fried food… it was like i had just worked a 60 hour week at burger king in those jeans! kinda gross and maybe time for a better ventilation system?

This is a new place, just opened up about 2 weeks ago. I’ve been in twice now just to kinda check it out. It’s shrug-​worthy, not jumping out of my pants… just a slightly average place to grab a pint and shoot some pool.
They have a condiments stand for your hotdogs that I found pretty tacky, but the hotdogs were edible. If you get them with all the fixings they are pretty good, and this place is owned by the same guy who owns Silver Dollar across the street, so they let you order pizza too.
Bartenders are pretty cool, seem a little jaded, Ryan is my favorite-​a great guy!
Stick with the beers though, the happy hour drinks are too weak to be worth it. The owner is always in here and keeps an eye on how much they pour.