Portside Pub

It was good with beautiful water views but it was sooooo cold inside. Every patron kept their jackets on and I even saw one of the waitstaff with her arms crossed as though shivering. There is only one unisex bathroom with you guessed it, no heat.
Aside from that I liked how you could order a scramble then add whatever you wanted for an additional seventy five cents. Makes so much more sense to have a menu like that. Their sourdough bread was particularly tasty too-​thick and chewy. Good food but I probably won’t be back because of the temperature.

Loved it great Dive Bar! We had a great time, good service, local flavor and salt of the earth folks

Before DIVING into this «DIVE BAR» review (bad pun), I must set forth the parameters of what I think is a great dive bar –
1. Colorful patrons who may or may not indulge in fistfights and catcalling.
2. Plush green carpeting that holds centuries worth of grease, cigarette ashes and the occasional broken nail or nose.
3. The smell of rancid beer and pee that permeates the establishment.
4. A pool table that’s not being used for pool, because shooting pool requires coordination, something that decreases with the increased amount of alcohol consumption.
Granted, we ONLY walked through the place as there were no seats available. I’d wanted to grab a beer, or something else in a can/​bottle that wouldn’t give us Giardia. For a Friday night it was pretty hopping — the bar was completely full. There is a deck, but who wants to go outside and drink when the actions indoors? The crowd is quite old (lots of white-​haired people) — but I imagine they’d be amenable to having a few out-​of-​towners sitting down and having a few.

I regretted walking in here as soon as we did…
Dive bar with strange characters. I walked away from my group to close the tab and every male I passed tried to chat me up and they were all way too old and way too drunk to be hitting on me. Bleh.