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 Taylor. 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 Pub was born.
