history   Some time ago, after the big bang had finally calmed down and a shining planet called Earth had come into existence these two paramecium walked into a pub and ordered a couple of pints of the cheapest primordial soup on tap. They struck up a lively conversation on the nature of being, the cute amoeba at the end of the bar and how those dirty viruses were ruining things for everybody. At the end of the evening the two left with a greater understanding of their fellow beings and a renewed sense of why they were here.   Flash forward an indeterminate span of time (some say seven days, some say billions of years; discuss). Two guys with the pub gene got tired of throwing small amounts of money away in semi-frequent bursts and decided that the cure for this was to throw all of their money away in one fell swoop. So, with a combined background in the service industry that spans nearly 20 years (on both sides of the bar) these two guys whom we'll call Dirk and The Safecracker pooled their resources. After realizing that these didn't amount to much more than a big red truck, a laptop computer, a stack of credit cards and an obscene desire to never, ever, ever have another day off Dirk and SC began looking for space that would accomodate their dream. One dreary afternoon, fresh off the discouragment of realizing that an old strip club on Sandy Boulevard would not become their Xanadu, the two stumbled by a "garage" sale in the old Nancy J Market space at 12th and SE Yamhill. It seemed too good to be true and of course it was. BUT, with the tenacity only a cornered badger or smitten lover could muster and a mysterious benefactor known as Semi-Deep Pockets, Dirk and SC stepped, nay, leapt from the precipice and lo and behold, The Basement Public House was born.   home | drinks | eats | personalities | history | photos | contact   Copyright ©2008 Harhar Inc. - all rights reserved site designed and engineered by aztronaut.