Belated Grand St. crawl

I'm going to be in Portland, OR for the time being, and haven't really been in a position to go out. I did find some cocktail napkins from two weeks ago, when Jess and I made notes on a round of bars in the Grand St area (tho not all are on Grand). Here's what I've been able to decipher:

11: 15 - Savalas: not so promising
11:38 - (can't read est): a little more promising...guys able to accessorize
11:39 - (somewhere else): Jess and I debating Misfits T-shirt guy
11: 48 - (completely unreadable)
12:00 - Iona: Errrr
12:05 - Trash: 1.5 cure boys, and smells like McDonalds
12:25 - Foodswings for their version of "bacon cheese fries." Don't understand why they couldn't use crispy fake bacon instead of the limp substance. I hate that devoted carnivores like me could kick their asses in vegan cooking. Anyway, just saw a few angry looking filthy bike messenger types and dudes who probably drink herbal tea on a Saturday night.
12:40 - some est called "Rosso." we poked our heads in and said, "no fucking way."
12:53 - (I don't know about the time lapse here) back to Savalas, and it wasn't much better. Frankly, I don't care for guys in super baggy pants. How are you supposed to know what's underneath? What if he's pear-shaped?

We also noticed there was no more Tainted Lady, and we also feared the same for Larry Lawrence. Jessica did find the latter on a recent night.

The evening ended at Fun (N4th and Driggs), and I think this will be happening more often. It's all about the hot hipster gay boys, the ones that make you swoon with "what a waste!" Despite their team, they will still dance really filthily with you, and the ambience is similar to someone's basement.