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Class is something that’s hard to come by. Certainly, in some of the older parts of Medford, it’s difficult to tell which building is a business, and which is an old rundown set of walls and windows. That’s the nature of our Southern Oregon town. But there are glimmers of

Osmo’s Alehouse is a simple tap house. One-story. One bar. One bartender. Upon first glance, it doesn’t look flashy. And yet, it gets its name from a character from a Finnish poem. Far from simple, right? When you enter, you’re greeted with some long tables, community style, looked to be

  Out past Highway 99, if you take Mason road off Sage Way, just beyond the Medford Shooting range, across the street from a Beverage Distribution center and next door to the Medford UPS CC, you’ll find a little alcove of beer heaven; a sort of Shangri-La, nestled between the

As the name would suggest, Portal is a hole-in-the-wall brewery that takes you off the concrete streets of Medford, and into another world. Not some over-the-top fantasy world, or a bar with a gimmicky theme.  Instead, Portal Brewing is a place with hand painted comics, hanging on the wall.  It’s

The first bar I patronised  in the Rogue Valley was Ashland’s Wild Goose. The last bar I will write about for Drink Local is the Wild Goose. You will find everything you need there for a pleasant evening out, with friends, with your Valentine, with the intriguing soul you want

In addition to the Drink Local Research Department’s usual post-hike beer encounters this summer, we had three bear encounters. #1: A series of grunts we interpreted as, “back off, two-legged, fur-less creatures,” and we did. #2: A glimpse of scampering cubs and a retreat to the car without waiting to

Harvard political scientist Robert Putnam’s influential 2000 book, Bowling Alone, charts Americans’ social disengagement, from declining church attendance, to fewer family dinners, to “bowling alone.” Putnam’s chief reason for America’s diminishing sociability? The rise of television. One suspects that Putnam might never have entered a sports bar, home field for

First of all, Oktoberfest doesn’t actually take place in October. By the time this Messenger reaches the Rogue Valley, it will be the 184th version’s final weekend in Munich. Second, Oktoberfest has no connection to the Autumnal Equinox, the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival, Michaelmas, or the fall harvest. Rather, Crown Prince

(Editor’s Note: Drink Local makes anonymous visits to randomly chosen vineyards and wineries to discover the truth about wine—de vino veritas—in Southern Oregon.) You have to get up early to join the grape harvest at Agate Ridge Vineyard in Eagle Point. Like all of Southern Oregon’s vineyards, the precarious series

It’s August vacation time. You’re hiking mountain ridges; cycling back-country roads; lounging on forested shores of alpine lakes. You’re… not living in Bavaria; you don’t have four weeks of paid summer vacation, and the Medford high on August 1, the official start of month-long vacations all across Europe was… 110