Tiny Tavern

Sorry, after being their neighbor for 4 years I lost any hope for their concern in the neighborhood. To quote my friend «you might end up doing meth of you go in there»
They detract from the neat places around them.

I really like this bar & the staff are always amazing and friendly. The food is great too.
The only qualm I have is the owner’s girlfriend. On a super busy night I had asked a friend to watch my bar seat, I came back and one of the of girlfriend’s friend was perched there. I kindly asked for my seat back and her response, «It’s ok, my friend owns the bar so I can do whatever I want.»
Luckily the owner was quick to shut that behavior down.
After I posted this review on their Facebook page, they reported me and had the comment removed.
Very unprofessional.

This place was awesome. I feel like it gets a bad rap just for being a dive bar. The owners were really nice that worked there, and talked to me and my fiancé about the job market in Eugene and Portland since were thinking about moving there. They went out of their way to make us happy which is always appreciated. The bartender is named Jessica I believe and was really nice as well. Gave us a great impression of the bar scene in Eugene. Thanks for treating us like part of the family!

Sweetest Bar tender here! Heard the chili was amazing. Nice and light and clean, guess it used to be sketchy but not at all when I was here.

It’s a disgusting pit. The Health Department inspection says it all.

I dig it bc there is good music, the bartenders are cool and the atmosphere is punky/​retro. If you like the whit, you will most likely have a good time. If you are a stuck up princess who needs to stay on campus, please do

Ok kinda got stuck here during Whittaker Block Party. This place is a scam crappy bartenders. They are not taking card to force people to use the ATM. Which they charge a fee of $ 3 to use. Which they get money back from.
What a scam Im out of here.

To be totally honest, I used to be scared to go to Tiny’s until I started dating a regular patron who insisted on taking me there. From what I’ve heard from longtime neighborhood residents, it’s completely turned around, transforming from a «meth bar» where you could find syringes in the bathrooms into something much cozier and safer… and cleaner! Every time I go in, I smell beer and cleaning solution.
It’s become a popular venue for local bands as well as those that are traveling up and down the West Coast. Every weekend there’s a show with a few raucous rock bands, and they’re also the host of the Whiteaker Garage Fest. People come in to drink their Rainiers and PBRs and mosh on the dance floor. In my experience, the crowd is friendlier than elsewhere in Eugene, with strangers talking to other strangers. People seem to have a good time. There are 20-​somethings alongside 50-​somethings.
There aren’t drink specials that I know of, but you can get your craft brews and well drinks at decent prices — for example, I can get a tall well drink for $ 4. Not terrible, especially considering there is rarely a cover charge.
There are, however, 2 – 3 food specials every night, including pulled pork sandwiches and salsa mac ‘n cheese. Though Tiny’s doesn’t look like the pinnacle of culinary delights, the food is surprisingly flavorful and unprocessed. It would be nice to have popcorn/​nuts/​some kind of snackable option, but I guess I can’t have everything.
Yes, it is definitely a dive bar. However, it’s one of Eugene’s best.

It’s small… But has the cleanest bathroom of any Eugene bar! Friendly staff and reasonable prices with great music!

My band, Thundering Asteroids!, popped down from Portland for a show at Tiny Tavern on Friday and had the absolutely best time. The space lives up to its name, it’s small, but seems to be the hub of a very welcoming and vibrant punk and rock scene in Eugene. The opening bands were fantastic, the bartenders were very nice, the drinks were good and cheap, and this crowd of people that didn’t know us and had never heard of us stuck around for our show and went crazy in the mosh pit.
Beer was spilled, mic stands were knocked over countless times, everyone was falling down, and it was the most fun I have ever had playing a show. The slightly more sober fans and the other bands went into roadie mode and kept all our stuff together and setup so we could just rock out in the midst of a tornado of people.
The people make this place. If you ever get a chance to play at Tiny Tavern, do it.
For those curious about the money, they don’t charge a cover but have a tip jar to pass around. I have no idea how that turned out, I had to bolt after the show and another band member took care of things, but if you’re trying to pay your bills by playing local punk shows you probably get disappointed a lot anyway.

Comedy last night was awful. First the jokes were just painfully dull, soon they were blatantly racist and stayed that way. I’ve always liked this bar in the past, but I sure won’t be coming back soon.

My band arrived to play a show at the Tiny, and I ordered two glasses of wine, giving the bartender my debit card and asking him to keep the tab open. After the club gave us drink tickets, I stopped using the card, using drink tickets instead (and tipping a buck for each glass of wine [and for the glass of soda water which the bartender took a drink ticket for {???}]), because that’s what we do — treat the staff well, because they’re working and serving, right? Well, when I tried to close my tab at the end of the night, the bartender rang up $ 24, and gave me the receipt to sign and add a tip. I asked him if the 2 glasses if wine I ordered were $ 24, and he said that someone else, «who was hanging out with the bands all night,» had been putting his ($ 4) beers on my tab — I reminded the bartender that I should be the only person drinking on my tab. Bartender #2 said he’d go find the person who’d placed the order and we’d sort it out. He winked and said «don’t worry, bro, I’m not going to charge you if you don’t know the guy.» I waited at the bar 10 minutes while dude must have wandered around the parking lot, because he eventually returned but didn’t check back in with me. I asked bartender #1 to void the charge, and I’d pay the $ 8 for the 2 wines in cash. He finally told me he’d give me the $ 16 back in cash. There’s better not be even $ 0.01 added to the charge as a tip. Furthermore, since the club doesn’t charge a cover, but a woman (the promoter?) passes a hat around for donations, the bands have to track her down at the end of the night, to collect a part of the proceeds, for gas money. Unfortunately, said woman was nowhere to be found at the end of the night.
In short, f*ck this podunk rinkydink sh*thole with a cretinous dumbsh*t bartender #1 and a gross Guido moron bartender #2, the patchouli-​stinking malodorous imbecile who accosted me to discuss a dolphin movie at great length, and the lame restroom. The sound man who also plays in the great band Hot For Chocolate shouldn’t have to suffer this sh*t — he’s too talented and smart. But I guess since Max’s doesn’t do punkrock anymore, Icky’s is gone and Sam Bond’s Garage isn’t exactly punk-​friendly, this may be the way it stays. But I’d say your entertainment dollar and your drinking budget would be better spent ANYWHERE but here. Tiny Tavern: eat sh*t.

Every time I have been here, it smells like mothballs, piss and Pine Sol. I went last time to support a friends band and the place was full of bums, and someone asked my hubby if we were looking to «score some white dope» (his exact words).
I felt as though I would get some sort of infectious disease in there and had to bolt-​ASAP.

Chill.

This is the crappiest bar in Eugene, and proud of it.
The last time I was there, the manager told me, «We’re gonna get liquor in here, but no mixed drinks! This is a working man’s bar, and if you can’t drink straight whiskey, go to some hipster bar downtown!» Or something to that effect.
If you want cocktails and mood lighting, go somewhere else. If you want live music (sometimes good, sometimes not) with no cover, a profoundly weird mix of people to chat with, and a stubbornly run-​down atmosphere, this is the dive bar for you! It’s not very nice, but it’s never boring.

This is the perfect little low key dive bar to stop by when you just wanna let your hair down. They only serve beer and wine and the beer on tap has a definite off flavor. But they do have quite a few in cans and bottles. The place is cheap! $ 2.50 micro pint happy hour (remember the off flavor though). All in all, if you just need a beer and don’t want to deal with the rest-​stop in.

Do you love hanging out at a bar with homeless people sleeping in the booths?
Do you enjoy being offered to buy bicycle parts?
Do you think booth seats that are duct taped together are comfortable?
If you answered «yes» to any of these questions — this place is PERFECT for you.

«Tiny» is an accurate descriptor for this place, though «tavern» brings to mind a place with a little more warmth and charm. If you’re into true dive bars, look no further and run for Tiny Tavern. The beer is cheap and so is the entertainment… last time I was there, one of the colorful Whiteaker wanderers was dancing solo with a cat toy in the middle of the floor.
If Sam Bond’s is closed and you’re waiting on a reservation at Papa’s Soul Food, venture in for a cold one, but only if you bring enough people to balance out the rest of Tiny Tavern regulars.

Ever wonder what the gateway to hell looks like?
Check out the hallway to the men’s restroom.

College bar. College bar. College bar. There is nothing wrong with a college bar… if you are in college. (When I stopped by there were three 50+ year olds that looked like they bellied up there since 1989… no college kids. Although… they may have been 30 yr olds on the pabst retirement plan.)
This will go in the TMI category– so read on only if you’re brave, college educated, or otherwise curious. My friend and I were talking about why urinals have those tums looking things on the bottom. I didn’t know why and he was trying to explain this weird man-​thing. We walked into the Tiny Tavern and my friend said, «THAT’S WHY!» The poor little Tiny Tavern needs to invest in those tums-​looking smell-​stoping urinal mints. Walk in, take a deep breath if you dare, and learn what happens when you don’t clean the bathrooms much/​at all. I could stomach that smell when I was in college (The Corner Club!) but I think I’ve moved past it. I like my beer to smell of hops, not craps.
Granted, people, I am not a college kid anymore. My perspective is of an employed woman who’s past the whole cheap-​beer thing. Take that into account. For college kids (and total boozers) this place is The Shit. (Literally.)