Frank-N-Steins

I grew up near Mt. Angel, and my fiancé and I had marriage preparation classes in town, so I decided to try a hometown staple: Frank-​N-​Steins. I had only been in there once, and it was to track down a lost friend during Oktoberfest.
We were the only patrons in there the whole time we were there, and there was only one middle-​aged-​or-​older employee that we saw there. He slowly sauntered up to us, and said something like «How are you?» to me, to which I replied «I’m doing well, how are you?» He said «No, sorry, I said how old are you?» I told him my age (29) and he said that because of OLCC requirements he has to ask. (He asked nothing of my fiancé, who is 28).
Fiancé and I both ordered a variation on grilled cheese sandwiches, with just water to drink (Fiancé doesn’t really drink, and I was driving.) It took probably 20 minutes for our meal to come, and the staff member never once offered to re-​fill our water, though he did so willingly when I walked up to the bar with empty glasses. Oh, and we ordered an appetizer which he completely forgot about, but at least also forgot to charge us for.
I have to say, I was kind of creeped out by the décor, and it had little to do with the «haunted house» type theme. There was a statue with bras all over it, and a big banner advertising a «Spring Fling» which featured a bathing suit contest.
For those of you that don’t know, this is MT ANGEL. There are about 3,000 people who live there, and if you’ve lived there any amount of time, chances are, you are related to one of about 3 families. Any given high school graduating class has, max, 40 people. If you come to check out the bathing suit contest, it’s likely that all you’ll see are your sisters and cousins, or people who are like sister and cousins to you. Weird and crazy creepy.
I get the distinct sense that they cater to the drinking crowd, although I would think, considering we were their only business at the time, they would have wanted to impress. Oh well.
Standard pub food fare. Nothing wrong with it, nothing special.
Overall, I don’t have any need or desire to go back.

My business partner and I were out stomping around Mount Angel/​Silverton when we decided to sample the local offerings.
Upon entering, I made the walk down in front of the bar and stepped into a hole in the floor — enough to get your attention, or take down an older person. I was not fazed as I had my eye on an ice cold beer in their glass case. Perhaps the hole is a sobriety test? I don’t know.
To be honest, the place is a little depressing. There was not a very good selection of brews on draft but plenty in the bottle. We were starving to death, and there were no menus to be seen — no service either. When we were leaving, the older gent whom was bartending was very friendly and wished us well on our journey.
I intend to revisit this establishment for «scientific» purposes, however the first go ’round was VERY underwhelming.