
Intimate, laid-back watering hole with regular live entertainment from local indie bands & DJs.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 211 Washington St, Eugene, OR 97401
Phone: (541) 844-1280
Website: http://www.sparrowandserpent.com/
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I love everything about this place. I found home here when I attended a goth event, while being new not only to Eugene, but to Oregon. I’d never lived out of my home state before, and I always struggle to feel welcome anywhere. Old Nick’s (their name at the time) was that first big spark of joy I found in a new town.
The bartender I spoke to was patient with my shyness & awkwardness, and I was served a great burger (so hard to find a good burger these days lol).
I love the outdoor patio and that there’s a non-smoking area there; it’s great for taking a break from the noise and crowds.
Like I said, all the staff are wonderful. I’ve only ever had issues with fellow patrons, but not often.
Non-goth events here can be stressful when you usually expect a welcoming atmosphere (why come to a dark-themed pub and be flabbergasted when you see other guests dressed in a dark style??), and every goth woman and femme unfortunately knows that things can get weird and even dangerous when the non-goth crowd finds their way into a goth event…
One thing I strongly suggest that would make the place more Disability-friendly is a restriction on fragrances, though. I definitely appreciate the non-smoking area even outdoors, but people who suffer around secondhand smoke often also suffer when folks come in absolutely drowned in vomit-inducing perfume. It turns a nice time into a shitty one so fast.
“The Serpent’s Den and the Starborn Burger”
Location: The Sparrow & The Serpent
Entry, as recorded by the Cleric
In the amber light of sanctuary, where chandeliers tangle with vines and laughter flows like mead, we arrived—dust from the road still in our boots, coin purses lighter than our spirits.
Heather, Keeper of the Dice, conjured our fate. Jake, the Philosopher-Knight, bore silent witness. Burgers were not ordered, they were summoned. Swiss and habanero. Bacon jam and jalapeño. Even the foulest of blessings: peanut butter.
A tower rose at the bar. Dice clattered like thunder in the realm of the damned. We cheered, we swore oaths, we bit down hard. The tavern itself—a creature of gothic whimsy—breathed with stories. Skeleton dragons curled near velvet curtains. Starfleet portraits watched us drink. The stained glass whispered in ancient Greek.
We sang with queens. We blessed the stage. We rolled for flavor and won chaos.
We were foolish mortals.
We were immortal for a night.
That being said, the staff is friendly…
I regularly do not feel an auspicious vibe here.