Weird Bar

The Weird Bar is cool. It’s a good choice if you want a nice, welcoming, chilled out bar. The drinks and reasonable and the food is good and greasy, and sometimes that’s just what you need. What i like about it is that it a playful and friendly, fun pool tables, AIR HOCKEY and ping pong AND Karaōke. A lot of the bars on division now are getting swanky and pretentious. I spend very little time in SE but I always remember Division being more modest and relaxed, Weird Bar, Scoreboard and Reel em in are keeping real and old school.
I always recommend this bar to my friends and love to stop in when I’m in the neighborhood. GREAT!

Yea, «weird» fits the place alright, but lucky for me I dig weird.
How weird?
Weird like neon colored paint. Weird like a beer pong table, with a vending machine selling 50 cent ping pong balls. Weird like a room in the back with poker machines for tournaments. Weird like advertising the sale of Jello shots. Weird like the movie «Anchorman» being played across the whole place in the middle of the day.
I stopped by to kill a half hour or so and the bartender was so chill, I had no cash (only credit) and when she noticed I was itching to shoot pool she offered to unlock it for me. Very thoughtful, but I love Anchorman so I was already set. She made my 30 minutes pass with ease.
Definitely weird… but weird in a good way. Would I party here if I lived in the area? Who knows, probably not on the regular, but everyone can use a good drunken game of beer pong now and again. At least that’s what I think but then again, some people think I’m weird.

Out of pity, I’m updating my review. The remodel has made this place less dank and dark, at least in the front. The service is still one of the most scowl-​faced group of gals I’ve seen, I just wish there was a good girl bar in this town, and while I’m a little dismayed that this once depressing dive has ditched their lesbian designation, leaving us girl-​bar-​less I have a soft spot for neon paint, and church-​camp project spray painted lights. Also, as much as I hate it, I kind of like the name, what?

I’ve only been in a few times, but I was pretty underwhelmed. On the one hand, I love love loved the bartenders. Rad fo sho. But I guess I just couldn’t get comfortable with the place. When I go in, it’s either a ghost town with two people chatting quietly at one side of the bar and tumbleweeds and crickets, or wall-​to-​wall crowds so thick and roiling that I can’t even hang onto a drink without it spilling all over me.
Honestly, though, I really wanted this place to be my thing. I haven’t lived in Portland that long, and my gaydar is TERRIBLE, so all my more knowledgeable friends tell me it’s really the only place for me to meet a girl in this town. Which means I *will* go back. So I guess I’ll keep you posted on whether the place ever comes around for me.

Five stars all the way because i have no recollection of setting foot in this place. Hoorah for Portland!

Still the same game. With a new facelift done on this joint its to bad its the same sad, boring bar. Unless you know the bartenders please do not expect to get decent service. Most of the bartenders are to high on the horse to get off and actually give proper service. And I do wonder why the owners would seemingly pour funds into a «facelift» but not really put any effort into the skanky bathrooms. The food is pretty typical. Kinda hard to mess up fries and burgers.
It’s to bad this is really the only lesbian bar in town. My hopes were real high going to this place after the revamp. Still just does not cut it for me. I can say for sure that my friends and I would much rather go down town to a club that is actually hoppin with people.

Gluten Free Options: Spire Cider and house wines — haven’t tried the menu.
Bathrooms: Multiple occupancy.
The Weird Bar used to be the Egyptian Club, which was the «Nation’s Best Lesbian Bar». While they’re still under the same management, the place has gotten a facelift and opened up to a wider clientele — the folk who keep Portland weird. You enter from Division, and find a bar, pool tables, lottery, some arcade games and other assorted entertainments. Through the back, you can either go to the dedicated dancefloor (with another bar) or to the Karaōke room (again, another bar.)
The setup is pretty decent, although the bathrooms are a little sketchy. The staff is generally happy to be there and the karaōke worth watching. Clientele doesn’t seem to have shifted much from the days back when it was the E-​Room — but I didn’t feel uncomfortable in the space as someone who is very clearly not a lesbian.
I visited the Weird Bar as part of my ongoing quest to dance at every queer and queer-​friendly dance night and venue this town has to offer, and I have to say I was a little disappointed. The DJ was pretty hit-​and-​miss, moving spastically from fragment of song to fragment of song. His transitions weren’t awful, and having the accompanying video playing on the wall was pretty cool, but my god! I really, really, REALLY don’t need to hear your name blared out over the music every ten minutes, and I don’t need to hear that weird bullhorn thing you kept repeating, either. And the going from disco to country to eighties music followed by a rash of hip hop was just weird.
If you’re looking for somewhere to go dancing, I’d suggest checking out anywhere else, but if you’re going for the karaōke (either as a participant or observer), definitely check the Weird Bar out.

Dark and dank. But everyone seemed friendly and happy. Pretty much where people who don’t feel that comfortable at CC’s go to chill.

I have to say that I am not a huge fan of The Egyptian, which is too bad because I typically love to be surrounded by other lesbians.
The problems for me are many:
The décor is sad, dirty, unkept and utterly dreary. I don’t want to touch anything while I am there.
The service is totally hit or miss… usually it is slow, especially in the karaōke room.
The hand dryer in the bathroom NEVER works. Ew.
Paying a cover when there is not an event and only 10 people inside is obnoxious.
I guess my real issue is that I want to go to a happy, clean, fabulous lesbian bar that is filled with happy, clean, fabulous lesbians. This bar is certainly NOT it. No wonder I always feel out of place there…

Great Bar.
Bartender in the front bar? Super nice & friendly (star plus!)
Bartender in the Karaōke bar? Kinda grumpy (star minus)
Drinks? Mmmm… strong (and cheap! star plus!!)
Crowd? Really nice, friendly place, nice vibe: D (star plus!)
Karaōke-​ing? BLAST & A HALF. The DJ’s awesome, and the crew of regulars rock some awesome pipes. Definitely worth hitting if only for the Karaōke alone (star plus!)
Happy Hour/​Drink Speacials? EPIC. As a matter of fact they’re so epic, that I’d strongly suggest making a stop by the Egyptian & finding out what they are!
Overall? You get a happy 4 stars Egyptian, see ya soon!

What a strange place. A hole in the wall with multiple personality disorder.
It’s a dance floor, wrapped in a karaōke bar, wrapped in a dive bar– with the dive bar holding the strongest personality. I’m ok with that, since I like dive bars. And really, what more could you ask for– butt shaking, vocal-​cord exercising, pool-​sharking, photo-​hunting, slot-​machining, and really cool bathrooms (think professional graffiti meets art meets bathroom graffiti).
Take all of those on a friday night and mix it up with 5 well vodkas for $ 5 and you’ve got a party… or just a giant mess. Either way you wake up the next morning sore from something or other (in my case, dancing to a lot of excellent 80s music that seemed to clear the dance floor except for me).
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but my only problem with the 5 for $ 5 (or you can upgrade to 5 for $ 10 for less shitty vodka) is that it really really encourages getting drunk. Sure, any time you’ve got dollar drinks you’re telling the crowd to please please over-​imbibe. But by issuing wristbands and such, it feels like you lose your money if you don’t go for that 4^th and 5^th drink… which you probably don’t need in the first place.
All that being said, a very interesting conglomeration of bar styles. Bartender was also very friendly and polite.
OH! I’m sad I didn’t get a chance to sample the photo-​booth. :(

E-​room, I have such mixed feelings about you. I recently moved here from hicksville in the South, and was SO excited to be going to an all lesbian bar. I had stalked you online and been so stoked to be going on a Saturday night. (which I had carefully researched as the best night)
I put on my sassiest dress, did my hairs and makeup, and rolled in all smiles. I swear a record scratched when I entered the room. All eyes looked at me like I was a freak. (or more like I belonged in «The Dirty» downtown, with the way I was dressed) I rolled up to the bar all smiles and excitement, ordered a drink and took a tour around, thinking surely the other rooms would have a more welcoming crowd. They did not.
My friend and I decided since we had already spent money on a cab and didn’t know where else to go, we’d just stay there and get sloshed. I know I did end up getting drunk and possibly a little belligerent yelling things like, «have you never seen a femme before?» at pretty much everyone. Now that’s no way to get on your good side, so I apologize.
I didn’t go for months until a girl I was dating drug me there reluctantly. This time I felt a little more comfortable. Maybe it was the butch on my arm, or maybe because I had sloughed my unrealistic expectations. (you mean Portland isn’t the glittering lesbian wonderland of perfectness I thought it was?)
I have come to appreciate you E-​room, and I hope you can tolerate me, even with my rowdy behaviour.
I really enjoyed your screenings of the last season of L-​Word. You’ve always had great drinks, decent prices, and fast service. You’re also an amazing place for people watching.
The moral of my rambling tale, is take E-​room for what it is: a good watering hole with a laid-​back atmosphere. Leave the heels at home, relax, and have a good time.

I’ve been won over by the great group of ladies at the E Club. They really are nice and make me feel at home whenever I stop in.
I play in their weekly deep stack poker tournament, and it’s a lot of fun, but still a pretty solid game. They have another weekday tournament, and a couple of free games that they run throughout the week, but I haven’t played in any of those.
They have plenty of beers on tap, and the usual sort of prices and bar food you’d expect. They have good hamburgers and a nice salad and, surprisingly, pita bread with freshly-​made hummus.
I’m glad I didn’t visit when smoking was allowed, because I imagine I’d have hated the place. Don’t stand in front of the door when it’s break time, you’ll get run over!
The décor is typical bar décor. The front bar has neon and mirrors and a cool bar. The back room where they play poker (also their karaōke room, apparently) is plain but has a familiar sort of feel to it, like that room your friend had in high school and it was so awesome because they painted their walls black.

Since I live down the street (translation «could crawl home on my knees if necessary») and they have video poker, and oh, I think of «moderation» as «lazyness», I’ve been going in every now and then.
I love the line from Valley of the Dolls, «At night, all cats are gray».
Okay, I guess that could be true that all cats might LOOK sort of gray at night. But then, during the day, only the gray cats are really gray.
My point is, I don’t think the real gray cats like it when the other cats are like «Look, it’s night, now I’m kinda gray.» or «Sometimes I think I might be gray»…“Some of my best friends are gray.”
Poor E-Clubbers…so much hetero-male…bi-female…random-too-big-to-fit-into-a-sexual-orientation-pigeon-hole curiosity to contend with. One can’t begrudge them for getting weary of it all. It’s a bummer I don’t feel so welcome there because they have a really cool trivia night and I’ve seen every single episode of the L-​word, dangit.
Oh, now I’m thinking of the theme from Cheers, «Sometimes you wanna go, where every body knows you’re gray…»

Lesbians are a tough crowd to please. Usually I wind up there after pre-​drinking elsewhere, dragged in by my roommate, and looking the worse for the wear. Seriously, I have been at my peak ugliest every time I’m here, and yet no one judges. But no one appreciated my Melissa Etheridge either. Or my Wilson Phillips duet. Where is the love?
They can smell my desperate straightness miles away. But I order myself a Bitch Tits beer (is that the name? Or is my roommate playin’ me?) Regardless, I order it, and the tough lady gives it to me.
Be sure to tip the DJ, or she won’t play your songs. Also, don’t wear a bra. And pre-​drink. Pre-​drink a lot.

LOVE IT! Straight… gay…whatever…everyone is so chill
This was the first club type place I went after moving to Portland. My coworkers friend was doing a show there so we went… spent the whole evening there… had dinner. just chilled in the lounge…
Then off to the show… karaōke and dancing! This place seriously has it all…
Make friends with the bartenders… they are skilled and can be super good to you too!
come out and enjoy!

If I know any club here in Portland intimately — it’s definitely the E-​Room. But then again, this review will sort of just be piecing together the bits of memories between the blackouts. Hrmm…
It is 2 blocks down from my house, so I probably found it stumbling home from the corner store, saw the flashing lights, heard bad K.D. Lang interpretations, and was suckered in like a kid in a candy store.
This club has everything — and it’s dive all the way. Not too divey, but just divey enough to pass off as wonderful. 2 pool tables, arcade and lottery machines, a digital jukebox, dart board, dance floor that doubles as a poker room some nites, and a karaōke room THAT PLAYS KARAOKE EVERY SINGLE NITE AFTER 9PM.
SOLD!
If you are wondering where you can find me after the sun has gone down any nite of the week, look no further. AND I go alone and never feel judged. The lesbians embrace and accept you, regardless of song choice, and musical stylings. There are regulars that tear up the floor (I’m a regular but wouldn’t say I tear the floor up) almost every nite of the week.
I’ve taken my straight female and male coworkers, roommates, and randoms there several times, and by the end of the nite, they are begging to stay. It’s fun for the whole family.
Mind you, I just hit the mid-20’s range, so the majority of the people who frequent the bar tend to gravitate toward that age group.
Prices can be a bitch, especially on Fridays and Saturdays if they make you pay cover, but if you love karaōke as much as I do it’s worth it. Beer on tap usually runs between $ 2 — 4, doubles go for $ 8.
Speaking of bitch, they have this amazing local brew on tap by the name of Bitch… err. Beer Bitch? Bitch beer? Bitch tits? Well whatever it is, it’s probably some lesbianic slang I am unbeknownst to, I usually just say bitch really loud with a $ 5 bill in my hand and they come running back with a glass of something tasty. In my experience lesbians respond really well to the word, «bitch.»
I gave it 4 stars cuz it’s really smoky up in there. And hey I can smoke with the rest of them, but I’m not a huge fan of smoky bars. This doesn’t deter the lesbians, in fact I think it puts them in some sort of homosexual trance. Last time I went it was extra smoky and boots and sports bras were flying everywhere. You wish I was joking.
Come and meet me at the E-​Room anytime, seriously. I’ll sing a duet with you and buy you a Bitch Beer.

Moving up here from San Francisco is quite a bit different. But alas, i have found a home at the E Room. I am a fan of pool, so you’ll usually find me there on a Tuesday for free pool all night. The staff is the best and the bar has everything in 1 night… pool, karaōke and a great dance floor.
Honestly, you can’t go wrong… oh and the food is actually really really good.
I found a home away from home.

This is an ok club, a nice three room set up with each room carrying a different vibe. The front room is the main hang out room with leather couches, art on the walls and pool tables, the second room is a karaōke room and the last room is called The Cave and has a dance floor.
For a lesbian club the E Room is decorated pretty badly. Big pink paper L’s hanging above the bar and paper flyers posted to the walls? It feels like a crappy dorm. Come on ladies, where’s your sense of style and color? The place reminds me of dingy rock clubs in Boston. Maybe everyone here is too hip? but I doubt it, you can do better.
The jukebox is also awful. I am NOT A FAN of the computer touch screen music selection. No whole albums and a pure random selection not tailored for the scene. You know how you might like a place because of it’s jukebox selection? Quickly this is becoming just a memory of how bars used to be. I mean, do you really think that any girl in this bar would choose to listen to drama angst rock like Shinedown or silly teen pop like Hannah Montana or worse, Paris Hilton?!! It’s just insulting. Plus, and this is the worst part, when there aren’t any selections made the room has no music playing. And it’s 50 cent a song. This creates a painful and frustrating feeling.
It’s nice to to hang with women of all ages, this I like. Everyone was real friendly, even when they accidently took our table. It’s very very smoky in here, if you can, leave your jacket in the car or at home.

Oooh, Egyptian Club, you little rascal.
Somehow I’ve ended up here multiple times. Psh. I say «somehow» like it’s a mystery to me that I end up at a BAR… with KARAOKE (reaaaaal shocking, Lauren).
But the E-​room is a doozie.
I mean, it’s okay. It seems pretty weak that this is the only lesbian bar in town, seeing how… kinda crappy it is, but my gay gal-​pals enjoy a good jaunt here every once in a while. Never to meet ladies though, it seems. It always seems like an older crowd.
One thing…
The first time I here it was a hot day of summer and two ladies had their shirts unbuttoned sans brassiere. Seriously? Is that okay? I thought I’d put my prude-​ish days behind me, but really? Can you just be all titty-​ing around in a non-​nudey bar?
Am I uptight?
I’m over it.
party at the e-​room!