Silver Dollar II

Our go-​to bar! The staff is friendly & the drinks are great. They also have trivia on Mondays at 7pm which is really fun. Also the pizza is out of this world: O

My husband and I decided to head over to this bar because it satisfied exactly what we were looking for one Friday night. Our requirements were the following:
Showing the Winterhawks game
Showing the Blazers game
Tasty selection of adult beverages
Food
I wasn’t sure if they were going to be showing both games so I called ahead of time. The guy on the phone was super nice and conformed that both games would be played.
When we arrived at the Silver Dollar ii the bartender greeted us right away and helped us to find some beers/​ciders we would enjoy by asking us some questions and providing us with a few samples. He won me over by suggesting a half and half poor of the two hard ciders they had on tap. *Delicious!*
There was another guy there that was in charge of their Winterhwaks fan club and he was super excited that we showed up to cheer on the Hawks. He introduced himself and handed us some bells so we could make some noise each time the Hawks scored a goal. Once he and the bartender discovered that we were the ones who called in to ask about the game, they awarded us a pair of free Winterhwaks tickets! (Apparently the club does many Hawks give-​a-​ways throughout the season)
After a bit we ordered some pizza and a side of fries to go along with our beverages. Both were to our liking.
All and all I had a great time at this bar and I would go back in a heartbeat. I actually plan to go over and watch a few more Winterhawks games here. In fact they broadcast every home and away game here.
GO HAWKS! GO SILVER DOLLAR ii!

I was invited here by friends for lunch when I forgot my wallet at home and couldn’t grab my usual lunch in my office building. They ordered beers, I was fine with water, but I got carded anyway and was asked to leave when I explained I didn’t have my wallet. Not even asked to simply sit further away from the bar, somewhere else in the vast expanse of vacant building that apparently is their restaurant. There was no signage indicating people under 21 wouldn’t have been allowed, either.
I get it, I look young and don’t have legal proof of how old I am. But it’s lunch time and I’m not ordering alcohol. The place was also dead, so you’d think they’d have wanted the business. Considering minors are not prohibited from eating in bars anyway in this town, it all seemed like bull shit to me.
Next time I’m out and about WITH my wallet, I won’t be coming back. You had a chance to impress, and instead you took a dump on someone already having a crappy day. Good job Silver Dollar.

Me and some friends went in late last night for chicken fingers (munchies, ya know?). However, we were told because of how late it was, the only food they were serving was pizza. Which was totally fine!
What sucked was that after ordering beer and pizza with no warning about it being to late for either of those, we were told by two separate people that we «better finish soon» because they were closing soon.
Shortly after sitting, we were told to finish our beer within five minutes or else anything unfinished would be taken away. Then, the guy that brought out pizza told us we needed to finish soon.
Granted, it was super late, but why would they even bother taking our order if we didn’t have have time to consume said order?! Not to mention that I’ve never had a bar tender tell us that if we don’t finish in 5 minutes, our drinks would be taken away.
Ridiculous service.

It’s a large open space. Somewhat clean. They do one thing, and they’re OK with it. I’m from out of town and I feel like I’ve been to this place once in each town. Every town needs a Silver Dollar to know that they’re American.

My husband and I were having a great night downtown. After seeing an amazing show at Star Theatre, we were starving and in the mood for pizza. Silver Dollar was recommended to us and since we were only a block away, that was the ticket. We walked in and there were 4 or 5 people already in there. It looked kind of divey, which is exactly the kind of bar we like. We ordered our drinks and started with wings. We then ordered a medium «build your own» pizza to go. We asked for ground beef, olives, mushrooms and tomatoes with extra marinara on the side. The wings came out and they were the tiniest chicken wings I’ve ever seen but didn’t say anything since we were so hungry. They were obviously frozen and dumped in the fryer for too long because they were very dry. The pizza came out to us very quickly, so we finished up our drinks and hopped in a cab home. When we opened the pizza box we were shocked. It was floating in grease, the crust was basically raw and they forgot the tomatoes (which we were charged $ 1 for). We patted off the excess grease and had to put in our own oven to cook the crust. Even after that, it was doughy and chewy and had no flavor. Oh, and the «ground beef» was actually chorizo (which explains the amount of grease) and my husband can’t eat chorizo so he went hungry. This was a pitiful excuse for a meal and shows a cook who just doesn’t care about his job anymore. If you hit Silver Dollar II, order drinks but stay away from the food.

I’m not from town and I went in for an afternoon drink. The bartenders were super warm and friendly and the drinks were reasonably priced. There were a lot of regulars which I thought was cool and it also illustrated the familiarity and comfortability of the bar. I talked to the bar tender about drag shows which I thought was rad, too. I’d definitely go back.

We came in to get out of the heat and get some cheap happy hour eats early on a Friday evening. Large, air conditioned bar (no minors) with a few booths, a few tables out front and plenty of tables near the bar. There is pool, a good music selection and super friendly staff!

We only stopped here because I was already wasted and just wanted something to eat before heading back to our hotel.
Typical dive bar. We ordered chicken nachos. Took an awful long time considering there was hardly anyone there. When the nachos finally arrived, they were beef nachos. We were too hungry to send them back so we started eating.
Meh, they sucked. Maybe the drinks are okay here, but don’t spend any money on food.

Reasonably priced drinks and decent food, but the pool tables and atmosphere are the best part of this place. Video Poker anyone?

I love a good dive bar and Silver Dollar fits the bill on most counts! I have a group of friends who meet monthly for happy hour and we used to start at, *ahem*, a different dive bar and then later make our way over to the Silver Dollar. Now, we just go to this place right off the bat. Why? Better service, better food, manageable sized crowds.
On our recent visit, we even got table service! There’s usually only one bartender/​server working at a time so if they’re busy, take your lazy self up the bar and order there! We always go on Fridays and get two different, but very nice femaie bartenders. The drinks are always refreshing, tingly and tasty! The food can vary, especially the nachos. My friend and I got the happy hour small order of nachos and they were terrific, very hot and cheesy! An hour or two later, a couple of our friends got the full order of nachos. What came out was cold and literally buried in mounds of beans! There was almost no cheese and we theorized that they must have run out and tried to make up for it with tons of beans. The chicken strips with fries are good. We also got the fried pickles. I’m from the south and love anything fried, I thought they were great. My friend, who isn’t from the south, was less enthusiastic about them.
The crowd is what I would expect in this type of bar, a mix of people who work in the area and younger folks out getting their pre-​funk or post-​funk on, depending on the time. You do see some interesting groups, on one particular night, some women walked in looking like the Real Housewives of Somewhere, all of them with matching, straightened, frosted blonde hair and skintight dresses. Their husbands/​boyfriends looked like they just stepped off of their John Deere tractors. Tourists?
Anyhow, if you like dive bars and happy hours, I highly recommend this cozy, comfortable, laid back establishment. If you want something more upscale, you can find what you like within blocks in either direction. Cheers!

So its a nice little spot for some drinks and a bite to eat. What really sold it for me was the attentive bartender tho! She was super nice and accomidating, her drinks weren’t bad either.

Service was terrible. We sat outside while watching and waiting for people to leave one of the outside tables at Bailey’s Taproom next door (where we really wanted to drink beer!). Had to go in to make them aware we were even there, and when the waitress came out, she asked us what we wanted without giving us menus, a draft list, or even listing what they had. How are were supposed to know what you have, lady? She acted like it was a pain to list their drafts, and frankly they had the worse selection of beer I’ve encountered in the Pacific Northwest (home of a thousand craft breweries)– all Big Beer piss brands. I ordered a water and my friends ordered beer. When the bill came my water was charged as $ 1.50! She didn’t even tell us that tap water wasn’t free– and where else in America is unbottled tap water not free?! Ridiculous. Last but not least, the outdoor area smelled like an ashtray from all the people who had previously smoked out there; it was not pleasant. We ran to Bailey’s as fast as we could! My advice is to stay away.

It was a great place to have lunch. Off the beaton path, great service and deceent food. The salid has black olives and green pepers if you order it instead of fries with your sandwitch.

Came into this bar randomly on a Friday night. There was only one bartender and it took a very long time for us to get her attention. The drinks were on the pricier side, considering it seemed like a more dive-​y kind of bar. The atmosphere was okay, nothing special. Patron shots were a little more than 10 dollars and Jaeger bombs were around 7 or 8 dollars. A good thing about this bar was that it wasn’t too crowded and they had pool tables in the back.

A lively, divey sports bars, right in the heart of downtown Portland.
The crowd seems to mostly larger groups of folks huddled around spacious tables, and regulars by the bar or one of the two pool tables in the back.
Beer selection is typical Portland — a few common selections and a handful of rotating taps.
The bartenders are friendly if not rough around the edges (in a good way).
The personal pizza I ordered came out just fine as well — 8 tiny wedges that hit the spot that late night.

After hours of cross-​country flying, I needed a freaking drink. And I didn’t just need it anywhere: I needed a drink in a total hole of a place.
Enter: Silver Dollar.
And please. Don’t take that as an insult. If you’ve read my reviews at all, you know that I champion the dive bar above all other things. Including babies and unicorns.
I walked over from my hotel and sat at the bar. Now, I was there a little early (about one o’clock local, four o’clock Miami time), so the place was empty. Did this bug me? Not a lick. In fact, it’s exactly what I wanted. I needed to imbibe on my own for a bit so as to lubricate my bloodshot eyes before interacting with the hometown crowd.
Behind the bar, the bartender (whose name escapes me) carried herself with the typical dive bar blasé attitude, i.e. she could give a damn if I had a drink or not.
I don’t forgive this approach anywhere. Except dive bars.
I asked for a quick recommendation, to which she responded by ascertaining my particular tastes prior to pushing something, which is a great sign. You always WANT a recommendation, but if the bartender goes that extra mile and asks you what you like so as to deliver with precision instead of just pushing whatever comes to mind first, you know you’ve found quality.
And guys… she delivered.
I really wish I could remember what I had, but I was at a bar at one o’clock in the afternoon after hours and hours of flying. If you expect crazy specifics, then you’re not a nice person.
While there, I ordered some cheese fries, which were nothing to write home about, but were a nice complement to the quickly mounting inebriation that was overtaking me.
Whether you’re a local or a stranger to Portland, if you enjoy dive bars and CD jukeboxes (screw the digital revolution!) and plenty of TVs and pool and Deer Hunter (the nerdy video game, not the movie), then Silver Dollar is totally the place for you.

Not sure why were in here during the middle of the week, but we were– we were downtown for something, but I can’t remember what I just know we stopped in here and had a few.
I do not recall if we ate anything, I tend to think not– I rarely eat anything at these types of places but sometimes. I have been to this place’s counterpart the NW area, I think I like that set up better than this one. While this has perfect divy and dark feel to it, I would prefer going to the other one.
I do however like the location of this one. Downtown is where all the fun and divy bars are! That is why I like going downtown. I seem to have found a new facination for downtown, in just the last few years or so and now sharing my adventures with you fine folks makes it even better!
This place I hear is known for it’s pizza but haven’t had any here as of yet, maybe someday.

I like the Silver Dollar. According to Mrs. Burgerdogboy, they make a damned fine lemon drop (the secret is real orange, not triple sec), and according to me, they make a damned fine all meat pizza. (The Long Horn features Canadian bacon, salami, Italian sausage, beef, and extra cheese).
Read thru various online reviews, and this place gets panned all the time, and I’m not sure why, unless it’s just people expecting too much out of what it is, a downtown bar with food.
While the food is not exceptional, it is good, and a good value as well.
My advice to those patrons who think service is «slow» or «crabby?»
You get what you give, people. Try being a little nicer. IMHO.

What a freakshow.
So I am working late and I need some quick food. I head out into the rain (I didn’t know it was raining and had left my jacket 41 floors up) towards El Grillo. Closed, at 8pm on a Monday night. WTF!!! So I head up the street to find something fast and easy. Silver Dollar Pizza! That’s gotta be the ticket.
Upon opening the door I am instantly greeted by a wall of smoke. Then the interior comes into focus. A dimly lit «sports» (using that term loosely) bar sits just inside. A standard bar runs along one side of the room, tattered booths sitting opposite, and the middle is filled with tables and a couple of pool tables in the back.
My first mission is food. I run up to the bartender and ask if they serve slices. He says yes. Ok, cool, this should be quick, so I order a few. After doing so, I trun around, lean up against the bar, try to remain discrete, and survey the scene.
Everyone inside this place seems to know each other. They are not all sitting together, but are sitting near enough to each other and are engaged in a loud, cheerful, drunken table-​to-​table banter. While seemingly jolly all around, I, in my business casual attire, seem to be drawing some sideways glances. Ok, not some, many.
The patrons range from, well, not a huge spectrum. Drunks, half-​drunks, and on-​their-​way-​to-​drunks are the majority of the customers. A Monday Night Football game is on the cloudy, old, medium-​sized screen up in the corner. It’s so cloudy that from 20 feet away I couldn’t see much. (So this is what glaucoma is like). I can’t tell if it’s a cloudy football game on TV or a Barbara Walter’s special.
The first guy to catch my eye is the gung-​ho pool player that is obviously sponsored by the Steelers football team. Clad head to toe in Steeler’s warm up gear and a Steeler’s cap, sporting some yellow-​lensed shades, a moustache, and one of those two-​fingered pool player gloves, let me tell you, this guy was dangerous. 1980’s ladies, watch out. I guarantee he drives an Iroc-​Z (a/​k/​a an «Estacada Panty-​Dropper»)
The rest of the patrons seem to be really out of place for what is otherwise a downtown business district. Most of them lack a full set of choppers, and there seemed to be a lot of flannel and other similar associated wear going on. Really, it’s like a dive bar in the WT section of town, but this is right downtown. Everyone seems friendly enough, though, and the worst I get, being an obvious outsider, are the shifty glances.
Approximately 15 to 20 minutes go by as I try not to stare at the random Monday night drunk fest going on in front of me. If only I could make out what was going on with the football game, I could have avoided staring at Steelers Dude in sheer awe. The longer I stand there, the more my business attire soaks up the second-​hand BV smoke. Dammit, where are my slices?
25 minutes, $ 9, and a half-​pack of second-​hand later, I leave with a box of to-​go slices. There was cheese, bread, sauce, pepperoni, and a LOT of grease. You could call it pizza. You could. I couldn’t finish my meal. It sat in my stomach like a weight. It made me feel all gross.
Where do these people come from? I don’t know. What’s this bar doing here? You got me. Am I in the twilight zone? Maybe. Either way, I won’t be stepping back through that portal any time soon.