Boneyard Pub — Restaurant in Bend

I'll update this after another visit, but my first visit was...well...riddled with problems and a feeling that this place just wasn't ready.

Where to park? Which door to enter? Am I at the right place? This place isn't even on Google Maps yet, is it for real? All of these were the first impression. I'm probably being over-critical here, but there's no reason this digital stuff and storefont image should have been this obfuscated.

Walked in...found myself in the bar. I mean...I found myself in one of the many rooms that make up the place. This one clearly had a "bar" feel to it and I looked around for the guest I was meeting.

Walked up to what is clearly the main entrance/reception. Wait...is it? I guess so. I could have bought Boneyard gear here but was this for anything else? Someone did greet me and when I told them I was meeting a friend and couldn't find them, they suggested I just look around. Here...there...over there...they might me over there...so on. Yikes.

I grabbed a cocktail table in...well...I guess I'd call it the main reception room. Not a dining room, not the bar, not the 2nd room, not the... I guess this would have worked if there were a lot of people around, but I felt alone, sitting a table in the middle of the reception.

I asked where I could order some food or beer while I was waiting and they told me "Well...I could do it, but you could also just go to the table and place an order." I know this may seem like a good idea, and for regulars I'm sure it's no big deal. For me...I was literally looking around at probably 10 employees scurrying about and felt like any one of them could have taken the order and not necessarily hand-held me through this ordering thing they have, but at least would have addressed me sitting idle with no beer, no food.

Beer: Warm. I ordered an exotic brew...the Boneyard RPM IPA. No...wait...that's one of their most popular. Why would they serve me a beer that did not even meet their own standards?

Food: Wings. I'll go ahead and call this a 4/5 because they were good and had I ordered more for a large group, they would have been a hit. Nothing else really appealed to me on their menu.

Time to close out the bill...and here's where it all fell apart. Couldn't find someone to close it out. Finally got someone at the bar and was handed a bill for $40+ for what was a beer and 6 wings... I got the full receipt and noticed they had been adding other items to my tab. Took a couple of people to sort this out, and while I would normally just chalk this up to new staff, training...so on...this was 10 minutes of standing at the bar to sort out a bill that was wrong at the tail end of what was otherwise a poor experience.

Had there been any semblance of a server/wait staff and a connection to me as a customer, few of these issues would have come up. But this customer-self-serve approach of me knowing where to enter, where to look, where to sit, how to order, and how to trust they will not overcharge me...left me underwhelmed.

Bottom Line: After what was a trying visit that did not impress me at any level, I find myself needing to check my bank statements to ensure that I was not mischarged. THAT ALONE would turn me off from any establishment, but you add the other things, I have plenty of other options in...

The Boneyard Pub — Evel Knievel Would’ve Eaten Here, Then Jumped a Flaming Bus Full of Regret.

This place doesn’t serve food and drink—it launches it at you, full throttle, like Evel Knievel flying a Harley through a wall of dynamite and neon beer signs. Walk in and the first thing you see—inside the damn bar—are vintage motorcycles, gleaming like relics from another, louder religion. Machines that have lived. Leaked oil. Carried lunatics across state lines with nothing but bad intentions and the smell of gasoline.

Then come the chicken nachos, piled high like some edible stunt ramp—melty, massive, obscene in every beautiful way. It’s not dinner. It’s a challenge. A culinary high-wire act with no safety net, just molten cheese, smoked chicken, and your own crumbling sense of restraint. If you finish it solo, they should let you sign a helmet.

At the helm of this madness is Parker, the bartender, the operator, the enabler of your better instincts. Smooth as a snake oil salesman and twice as useful, Parker doesn’t just pour drinks—he sets the mood. He handed me a Crooked Pilsner so crisp it felt like a reset button for the nervous system. And before I could beg for another, he offered the sacred path: the growler to go.

Cold. Full. Glorious. That Crooked Pilsner growler left the building with me like a sidekick in a low-budget road movie, sweating in the passenger seat while I replayed every bad decision that led me to such fortune.

This is not a bar. It’s a launch pad. Five stars. Wear a helmet. Bring cash. Tip Parker like he just patched your wounds. And never—ever—underestimate the power of a full growler and a bar with...

"Quality over quantity" We tried the new Boneyard Pub yesterday. There is plenty of seating and a surprisingly large parking lot. All ordering is via counter service via either the main restaurant beer bar or the cocktail bar. Service is fast, efficient and friendly. There were plenty of staff on hand. They have a very convenient point-of-sale system that allows you to present a credit card at the beginning, and they swipe it and return it. Ordering food or additional drinks can be done at any location in the restaurant by just providing your name. Pretty impressive performance for it only being their fourth day of business.

I ordered a "Hop Venom" and my wife ordered a sour Belgian. Both were served in snifters, which was a bit disappointing since Hop Venom is served all over town at normal beer prices in pint glasses. Both beers were excellent.

For food I had the pork tonkatsu sandwich with a side of sesame slaw. The sandwich was on the smaller side but was absolutely fantastic. The slaw was lightly dressed, healthy and delicious.

My wife had the skirt steak salad. The steak was excellent. The salad as a whole was great, but again, it was on the small side. More greens, folks. They're cheap!

There are no fries on the menu other than house made chips. Don't come if you are looking for burgers and pizza. This place is several notches above the typical pub fare, and prices are still reasonable. Highly recommended for a change of pace.

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