Sam Bond's is what people mean when they talk about old Eugene: a converted garage in the Whiteaker, dim and crowded, live music six nights a week, pints under five dollars at writing, dogs welcome, no cover most nights. The food is short-list pub fare done unfussily; the beer is local and rotates.
Bluegrass, folk, indie, occasional comedy. Show up on foot or by bike; parking is bad and the Whit is meant to be walked.