Trio Club

This I guess was a second chance to make a first impression. I wandered into this place when it was brand new (a few years ago) and the owner happily gave us a tour. I remember that she was very nice, the food was good, and the karaōke setup looked neat; I also remember it was pricey if you wanted to sing and weren’t splitting it 20 ways, so I never went back. Flash forward to Saturday night; it’s 2am, we’ve been shooed out of every bar and somebody says «Hey, that place is open until 4am!» So we get there and it’s a $ 5/​person cover (fail #1, it’s 2 effing am!)… now if I’m gonna pay that, I better be able to get a drink. I ask the person taking my money «What time do you stop serving alcohol?» and she replied «2:30.» Okay, we pay and go in. It’s a loud, sparsely-​populated dance club. I go up to the bar and ask for a drink and this young female bartender with a really nasty attitude says «No alcohol after 2am!» I said «They told me 2:30 outside,» to which her response was to walk away. I went back out and asked the girl who had told me 2:30, «She wouldn’t serve us alcohol… you said we have until 2:30.» Then she replied «We stop between 2 and 2:30.» WTF. No refund either, so they may have gotten my $ 10 but they’re also getting a bad review. Awful, awful place. Drunk Monkey is NOT pleased.

A cover on East Burnside?!?
This place is an eyesore.
FYI Trio– Making your drinks expensive as $@#% does NOT make you classier!

$ 4.50 for a BOTTLE of pabst on a Monday. Really just looking for something to write so I can give this place a one star rating ;)

This place is like Jersey Shore meets LA meets the mob in a terrible, terrible way. Not only did we have to pay a cover to hear wretched singing, but we also witnessed a disgruntled man try to throw a chair off the sidewalk through the window. There is nothing really good I have to say about this place, maybe one thing — it seemed full of potential (at least before I walked in). Eh.

Oh Trio Club. I wanted to love you. I had a really fun time at my friend’s birthday party and I will probably be back. But my bill came and I suddenly realized how much those two ounce shots of well whiskey were costing me, and I looked up soberly at your shimmering waterfall wall and wondered if I had been had. For the $ 90 I spent last night I should be writing this from a hospital bed or the drunk tank of the county jail. Instead I woke up without even a hangover, in my own bed, with no stranger laying next to me, and I knew where my wallet was. I’ve spent less money in nicer places in New York and Los Angeles, bars and clubs which at least had the decency and business sense to serve my marked-​up liquor in a chilled glass. Now don’t get me wrong: I appreciate the need for plastic cups in a carnival-​colored nightclub with dance floor. This kind of place attracts people who can’t hold onto glass containers because their fingers are slippery with hair gel and tanning lotion. But I am an adult man who can drink drinks without dropping them and I would like my beer to be cold. Making customers drink out of a chipped and warm plastic cup while advertising on your website that we can «experience all that Portland has to offer» is a crime. You should be ordered by a judge to purchase a book about Portland, a city renowned for its nightlife, craft beers, well-​made cocktails, and thriving karaōke scene. The latter is my primary complaint: your karaōke system is needlessly complicated, when pieces of paper and tiny pencils have in every other karaōke establishment in town made the process seamless and uncomplicated. Standing in line behind a 45 year old teenager while he and his baby-​voiced wife attempt to –create a login– for your HIGHLY SECURE KARAOKE DATABASE is a waste of my time, time I could be spending admiring how big the owner’s balls are for serving 12 ounces of beer and calling it a pint. I heard a very drunk man say that this was his first time at karaōke, and now he believes that karaōke involves typing frantically for half an hour and then looking at the camera and saying «we’re in.» You may have ruined this man’s karaōke hobby permanently (this isn’t too tragic as he did a Nirvana song and Kurt Cobain’s coffin caught fire from centrifugal friction). Here are the good things about your establishment: the KJ was wearing a pretty cool Mortal Kombat t-​shirt. The bartender who poured my liquor and beer (to the boss’ specifications, I am sure, as no bartenders in Portland are pouring two ounce drinks unless the owner insists this is reasonable) was very friendly and attractive while relieving me of my money. Your coat check was less than five dollars and didn’t lose my bag or its contents, and the urinals are lit with an ever-​changing neon LED that made it look like I was pissing a rainbow. This is also a strike against you, Trio Club, because if I had been on the kind of drugs that make your clientele worthy of intercourse, I would have been really upset at what my urine looked like, potentially devastated by the technicolor dreamshow going on in your men’s restroom. Speaking of things I noticed while peeing: why are the two urinals in your men’s room a) less than eight inches apart, b) separated by nothing, not even the pretense of a divider, and c) the exact same size and position of urinals in my former elementary school? It seems odd for a bar that primarily serves large children to have a bathroom built for small children. But I digress. Other good things about Trio Club include a dance floor with a large video screen that plays the videos you’re dancing to, in case you’re so messed up off of eight weak, eight-​dollar well drinks that you forget what song is playing and need a visual reminder. The song selection is decent (only one Pulp song? Blasphemy!) and there are plenty of tables, which is sometimes a concern in karaōke bars. Three stars, would be four if I didn’t feel like I was extorted for the drink prices for the privilege of hanging out in what is functionally a bouncy castle for overgrown man babies. I didn’t try the food, because I looked at the prices and the pathetically small portion of poorly-​made fried rice being slopped down by a drunk man at the bar. (The two drunk men in this review almost certainly drank somewhere else before going to Trio Club as I am now convinced that getting drunk here is impossible without taking out a loan).

We hosted our bachelorette party at Club Trio and it was perfect. Suzanne was great getting us all set up in the VIP area next to the dance floor. It made the event feel even more special and really fun!
We expected to come in for the Karaōke, which was great, and follow it to the gold room, but the dancing was too fun to leave! The staff was really nice to us all and the specialty shots were way too good.
Thanks, Club Trio!

I love this place. The karaōke is great. KJ’s are awesome! Far more «luxurious» than any other karaōke place in town… 3 rooms for when it gets super busy. The staff has always been super nice. And I have been here probably 10 or 15 times since it opened.
My only complaint, this the 4 stars, is that I don’t love the menu. I would like some fresher healthier choices.
Latin night on Sunday’s is crazy! Dance club vibe in the main room, I go into the smaller room that still does karaōke.

Absolutely horrendous customer service trying to book a room. My partner and I wanted to book a room and KJ for after our wedding reception at the Jupiter Hotel and were so excited about the Trio Club.
I emailed Suzanne to inquire about the space on April 5 and she responded that there was a room available. We chat back and forth, but I hadn’t out a deposit down.
On June 6^th I email her asking if I could come in and put down a deposit.
She doesn’t respond, so I email again and finally get a response on July 3^rd that I could do it by phone or come in. I email her back literally 2.5 hours later asking what time I could come in.
Never get a response. I email again on July 21 and August 16 with no replies.
I finally get her on the phone today, August 24 after being on hold for 8 minutes and am told that she’s been gone for surgery and the space is no longer available.
I’m sympathetic for anyone going through surgery, and my after party is not important comparatively. However, why don’t they have anyone responding to her emails while she’s out? Why — when I called over the past 2 months to ask for Suzanne — did no one tell me she was out?
Again, surgery is nothing to take lightly, but the complete lack of communication of folks in her place is incredibly unprofessional and frustrating.

This place was a blast last night.
The Karaōke and KJs were awesome and we were able to sing more than 4 songs!
I’m going to try the food next time I go.
Thanks guys!

I tried my best to go into this place without a basis, but all the reviews proved true. This place is horrible.
I waited 30 minutes for a drink even thought there was nobody in queue. And when I got to the bar, the bartender said «What do you want?» as if I was doing her a favor. I’m super surprised this place is still in business. Can’t wait for KFC or some other shitty place to replace this hell on earth.

This was a super Latina/​Latino scene. The music was alright but the karaōke was a lot of people singing Spanish songs and the crowd wasn’t extra classy. Also there were slot machines when you walk in…

Unacceptable service. Here for the Paquiao fight, $ 100/​table + $ 30/​head. Supposed to include a buffet. I’ve been here over an hour and only a tray of spring rolls have appeared because they’re prioritizing other people’s orders where they make additional $$. They clearly don’t care about the experience of their customers

We took a cab to watch the Mayweather vs Pacquiao fight as advertised. However, we still can’t get in and the main event is about to begin. Rip OFF! The bouncer wants $ 20 just to get to pay an additional $ 30 to see the fight. Why bother advertising if Trio will make us stand outside. WTF!!!

I laugh at everyone who says it’s the next best thing to Vegas. How dare you compare a club like this to a Vegas nightclub. Obviously these people have never been to a Vegas nightclub like Marquee, Surrender, XS, Hakkasan, Light, Tao, etc. This doesn’t even match up to an LA nightclub. Maybe just the EDM on the main floor is the only thing that is reminiscent of Vegas or LA.
Speaking architectural wise, this building is as much of an eye sore as the Portland Building is. Trio is a major sore thumb on Burnside, ESPECIALLY on the east side of town.
The bar. 200+ people surrounding the bar and only three bartenders doing the «best» that they could. More like faking it to the end.
Places like Trio makes me so thankful that I retired the «wild» life.

Went Friday may, 23^rd. Not sure what this place is trying to be. Part Karaōke, part salsa, part EDM? The point of the place is lost. Needs some Focus. Themed nights or something it was dead most of the night. On a Friday! What they’ve done with the space is incredible. But would be Better suited in downtown. And the drink prices. Yikes! Literally spent 100.00 (I drink vodka-​sevens) well vodka. Needless to say I went across the street to get pizza and the bartender was like you would need a can for 20.00 worth of drinks here. It’s not about how strong the drinks are I get it. But the lack of people, confusing rooms, and prices doesn’t give this place a winning lifespan. I hope they figure out their identity. Will
Keep them on my radar for sure and see if anything changes. But in the meantime I’ll head back to downtown.

I was there yesterday and I don’t understand all of these one star reviews. Maybe they’ve been listening and changed their attitude? I got prompt service, smiles, and then I hung out for a long while using their Wi-​Fi without anyone harassing me to keep buying drinks! I brought in a big backpack and they didn’t worry about checking it. Maybe they liked my face? I’m not that great looking and I’m not that friendly, so I can’t explain why I was treated differently.
Drinks were reasonably priced. The bartender got one of my orders wrong and she had no problem giving me the drink I requested, and then she charged me for the lower priced drink! That was pretty cool.
The stage and sound system are great. I have friends throwing a big party here next month and I imagine it’s going to be awesome.
I’d give this place 4 stars if I didn’t want to counter all the 1 star reviews. To be fair, the lighting system isn’t the world’s greatest, and I wish the windows had blinds because it’s a little odd having a nightclub so exposed to passerbys.

Time and time again, I’ll be at some of the usual bars in Portland’s own Burnside strip. Romtoms with its great outdoor area, Plan-​B with its grunge, and Doug Fir with its firepit and amazing music stage. Down the street I see this giant purple & pink blob that just never sat right.
One day we all decided we were going to finally check this monster out, and boy were we absolutely on spot with our assumptions.
We came on a Saturday around 9pm. We had just had a few rounds at Wurst and were ready for some karaōke. Our friend knew the KJ and said we could probably work something out to get in for free and avoid the $ 10 cover. We waited outside in the rain, all huddled under the one mini-​tent they had for what seemed like 30 minutes. There was nobody in line, and and the place was not that crowded. What was the deal? It turns out while the KJ was aware of our group arriving, the door person was not allowing it without all of us paying their steep cover. Screw it, we all agreed!
Halfway down the street one of the promoters, Davie came out and offered us to get in. He knew that our business was appreciated and respected that we were here to have a good time, not to start a gang war or to come in and dry hump all of the ladies, we had a pretty even ratio. After a nice pat down, ID check, and photo taken of us (what is this for?) we were all in.
The place is right out of Vegas. Bright, flashy screens playing random MilkDrop-​esque patterns, heavy bass that prevents you with conversing with anyone, high fashion and dress codes. I went to the bar. I had a few drinks already but wanted a few more to get my Karaōke-​level buzz going. A Modelo I ask for… $ 5.75. Okay this is high scale pricing… I get it. My second beer, a little cheaper this time… $ 5.25.
What did I order? A Bud Lite.
$ 5.25 for a Bud Light bottle. I stopped my drinking right there.
We retreated into the karaōke room which, actually was not too bad. The KJs were on spot and we all got a turn to sing through the night. If you could somehow manage to direct-​feed me into the karaōke room here and avoid the entire «Vegas Club» experience, I may come back.

There is a worm hole… no kidding… right on Burnside… youre innocently walking to your favorite Portland haunt (Doug Fir — Base Camp– Burnside Brewery) and there suddenly is a flash of light and you are suddenly hanging out with The Situation on some rerun of The Jersey Shore.
I was coaxed… coerced by 2 friends to check it out… and once was enough.
It truly is some replica of some bar in Atlantic City.
A cover? The service is average and the crowd… kind of feels… Creepy.
The so called DJ is a Network television show version …(ala watch an episode of the prince of Belair) the dance floor seems filled with the underaged .
If you are a karaōke freak well then… I suppose. But the joint is just not in the right part of town and more over not in the right city.
Now you may see some dudes and chicks that look like extras on The Sopranos.

Was there for the karaōke, which got shuffled to a smaller room fairly early in the evening. Totally lame to pay a cover to hang out and watch bad singing, but that probably has more to do with it turning in to a club later on. Drinks were also overpriced.
Decent karaōke setup, with computer sign-​in, but the computers are pieces of sh*t, and took FORVER to create an account. Let’s be honest, if I’m drunk enough to sing, I’m not likely to have the attention span to create a freaking account…
Trio is just not my thing at all. Place was pretty packed, so seems to be pretty cool for the club types.

I saw this place walking by, and thought it did not fit in Portland. I’m totally okay with that though. The city needed something like this on the East Side. A lot went into making this place you can tell. It has a Vegas feel, but not as fancy as something in Vegas… so we’ll say it could be in Reno.
Cover is $ 5. I’d say check it out if you want to have a dance or karaōke party. I had a great time here and danced the night away.