Speakeasy Tavern — Restaurant in Portland

Bartender was rude and claimed she was manager. Our drinks had black specs on them, which was odd, and after tipping her the first time when we chose not to give her a tip the second time because she complained that I wanted olives she came by and grabbed her drinks and threw them out then told us we had to leave, despite there being very intoxicated customers, there she claimed that we were drunk and kicked us out after asking for a manager. When we went to take a picture of her, she legit posed and could not care less. It was really odd overall, and I have never had someone complain about asking for olives, if it was really that big of a problem she could have charged me. She complained that we were there for over an hour, which is kind of odd being that it is a bar when we’re ordering drinks. To add to it, the jukebox stole my money, and she said it was not her problem, though she had a lot of regulars that said she’s not usually like this. We were also told she is very much like this, honestly not deserving of a second tip. I would love to have finished our drinks or had them refunded, but in reality, they were not well-made and watery as hell… do not recommend. Thanks Jamie for such a delightful and wonderful experience at a “speakeasy”. Her regular customers mentioned she has a tendency to do this when she’s having a bad day. Would love to get my money back for these watery drinks and bad attitude but at this point it’s not even worth it. Will not return or recommend my clients here. We didn't even get a receipt at the end and were over charged. She told us to “gtfo” and yelled at us. There were customers wasted and on drugs but apparently being regulars earns you that. We will be reporting this place for...

I’ve been to this tavern a few times over the years and always appreciated the laid-back vibe — but my most recent visit was deeply disappointing and honestly unacceptable.

After ordering a single beer and playing a few games of pool with my cousin, I returned to the bar about an hour later to order another drink for each of us. The bartender — who wore a Detroit ball cap and had a mustache — suddenly turned rude and unprofessional. Without cause, he said, “Looks like you’ve had enough already, Jack-o,” then followed it up with a crude, demeaning comment and refused to acknowledge me again despite my repeated attempts to order.

To make matters worse, the bartender himself appeared intoxicated — slurring, stumbling, and clearly not in a state to be serving customers. The irony of being denied service by someone who shouldn’t have been behind the bar in the first place wasn’t lost on me.

For context: I walk with a noticeable gait due to a spinal rod and a four-inch leg length difference from childhood scoliosis — something that may look unusual, but does not justify being mocked, judged, or refused service. Whether or not he knew about my condition, his behavior was inexcusable.

This experience left a bitter taste. Staff drinking on the job, insulting customers, and treating people with visible disabilities like a joke? That’s a serious problem. Management needs to take accountability for who they’re putting behind the bar. I won't be returning — and I’d warn others to...

I came here yesterday for a quick drink and bite before attending an event nearby after reading that Gil's was one of the "best dive bars in Portland."

Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting five star service at a dive bar, or five star food--but I always wasn't expecting the incomparable AWFUL level of both that I received.

My partner and I arrived at opening time, and the bartender was clearly annoyed when I inquired if there was a menu, and he pointed to the board near the bar. Here are some of the gems that followed from our conversation.

When I asked him what he would recommend on the menu, he responded, "I'm not telling you that. I hate making food for people." WORD FOR WORD

When I asked him what kind of protein choices there were for the quesadilla, since none were listed on the board, he rolled his eyes and replied "All of them."

When I said I'd like to order a grilled cheese for my friend who was on her way, he said "We're not allowed to take orders for people without seeing their ID first." Mind you, we're in our 50's and it's a grilled cheese, not a drink. To which I responded, "Well, then I guess that I will have a grilled cheese for myself."

Plus, the food was as bad as the service. It was a real disappointment for a place that I was excited to check out and recommended meeting at. Pro tip: If you hate your job, maybe...