Long before Portland acquired this reputation as some eco-paradise chock full of bike lanes and farmers' markets it was quite a seedy and hell raising burb. This tome details some of the goings on from the 40s to early 60s:

In the logging town days it was even more raw - one establishment downtown sported the world's longest bar, Erickson's, with 387 feet of mahogany to set your drink on. Drink sales were so prolific the food was free.

It is worse than that, back in the 1920s Portland used to grab the drunks off the street, drug them, and then sell them to ship captains who needed a crew. Some of the bars shortcut the whole "street" bit, and had trap doors in their floors to drop the drunk patrons directly into the arms of the kidnappers... And, of course, the police were in on the racket.