I can only review the establishment as we didn't eat here and I only got water.
I liked the bar itself. The ceilings were high and there was a cool loft area overlooking the bar. The pool table was free. I can really see this place getting rowdy if it had the right crowd. Unfortunately, there was no crowd the night we visited.
We had planned on eating here, but the menu left much to be desired. As we were considering the food, other patrons entered, perused the menu and left. Since the bartender was too engrossed in conversation with two male patrons, we didn't feel feel comfortable interupting and asking about the food quality.
The women's bathroom smelled like low tide. I had to hold my breath the whole first time and I didn't bother going a second.
If I were an Astoria local, I would probably frequent this bar. But since I'm not, I doubt I will be back.
I knew this is a sports bar, what I didn't know was how good the food is. Hand-breaded Alaskan halibut (4) very large pieces, cold slaw, cheese bread, and I ordered sweet potato fries which comes with homemade dipping sauce. OMG, enough leftovers for dinner tonight. The tarter sauce for the fish was not over powering and allowed the fresh flavor of fish to come through. I will visit again... Thank you!
Review Source:Sloppy.
Don't be fooled by the cutesy little sign out front (photo attached) which shows a serene setting just beyond some food and a brew. Because upon entrance, that might be the worst case of false advertising on the entire Oregon Coast.
The Shipyard should really be called The Shipwreck. It's another cater-to-everyone, half baked, oddly priced sports bar with an identity crisis on the coast. U of O poster next to Beavers poster next to BUD LITE neon sign next to BUD NASCAR streamers cris-crossing the entire bar next to countless UFC advertisements. Blah... blah..... blah...
It's a $6 mozzarella sticks kind of bar, where I couldn't decide if the trashy bartender should have put more effort into putting her nasty tits back in her shirt or learning how to handle a glass of beer. You don't hand someone a beer like you'd toss poker cards down on the table. Thanks, my once full beer is now raging back and forth like the sea, spilling heavily over both sides. And all you say is sorry, not offering to fill it back up to the brim.
It's the kind of bar you're going to hear two, maybe three songs in simultaneously. Turn off the juke if you're playing an iPod. DUH! And where's that other song coming from? I really don't know. I heard Lady Antebellum.
I know it's the coast and you're supposed to kind of embrace places like this that suck, but... it's time we move past that excuse. The Shipyard is the equivalent to crappy sports drinking dens in Beaverton. Sports Page, anyone?
Abandon ship.
The Shipyard is definitely more of a sports bar than anything, despite the huge ship mural on the one wall. You know what mars that huge mural?
Banners. And not just any banners. Nascar banners. Ugh.
We ordered two pints of beer from the few taps they had. The bartender almost gave us a cracked glass (wtf?), and managed to get just as much beer on the outside of the glasses as the inside. The total came to an obscure $8 and change. Thanks for making tipping awkward. We appreciate it. I saw a greasy bar food menu on our table touting things like $6 mozzarella sticks. Where am I, Applebees?
There's a lot of space, but I can't imagine it ever gets that crowded. We headed to an upstairs loft area that overlooked the whole bar with a great view of...the road outside. You could watch everyone park. Exciting! The only thing remotely shipworthy (and additionally sketchy) was the fact that you could feel the loft structure shake as people came in and out and walked by below. A huge chunk of the ceiling was missing, exposing a bunch of wood beams. How fancy!
They had one of the most pristine bathrooms I've ever had the opportunity to use. It smelled like an overdose of cleaning products. I just don't know if I can trust a bar with a bathroom like that. Either no one comes here, the employees have way too much time on their hands, or both.
We knew we had to make our exit when someone started either playing an iPod on the overhead speakers or a juke box. It started with country before switching to something resembling Creed. Yikes.
I went here during the middle of the day and was not sure what I was getting myself in to. Â There was no one in there, but the place was very inviting once inside. Â
Portions served were astounding and I had food for the remainder of the day. Â
Very well prepared and tasted more like a nice sit down restaurant than bar food.
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