Lucky Devil Lounge633 SE Powell Blvd. Portland, OR 97202
Phone: (503) 206.7350
Located in: Southeast Portland - Visit Website
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BarFly's Review of Lucky Devil Lounge
Brought to you buy the crew of Portland flesh scene impresarios (Dante's, Devil's Point, Boom Boom Room, et al) who know how to make a club. At least as far as layouts go, it is more Hefner than Hustler, but scads of the tattooed and pierced set graces the stage .
True, it is warm and cozy, making you want to slip into your finest night robe, sip scotch, and have a nice satisfying smoke, all while dumping dollars on the rack as the dancers perform more acrobatic feats on the stages monkey bars.
Before the smoking ban, it was the first non-smoking strip clubs in Portland, so extra attention was given to making a nice heated/covered patio to accomodate.
$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm.
Free turkey dinner on Thanksgiving at Lucky Devil 7pm-10pm.
|Lucky Devil Lounge's Happy Hours|
|Monday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Tuesday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Wednesday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Thursday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Friday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Saturday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
|Sunday||$2.50 well drinks, $2+ beer, $3 menu, 11am-7pm. |
I took my girl there on a Friday night and right away they impressed me. The bouncer greeted us with a smile, which is a good thing as I don't like to pay to he treated badly. The menu wasn't all that extensive but the wings were good.
The dancers (I can't call them strippers because they are such tallented dancers) were top notch, very athletic and physically fit, tattooed and amazingly hot.
The outdoor pool table was lots of fun, even thogh i had to ask a kid if it was his first time in a bar because he set his beer on the table (seriously?) .
The bathrooms were clean enough and fresh smelling even on a Friday night.
The drinks were legit, I counted their pour and i was impressed. It made that twelve dollar double nazi death worth it.
The dj picks the music and I had to thank him personally and tip him twice because he set the mood of the place so perfectly... it gave it a total The Devil's Rejects vibe. The music was dark and the dancers looked like the new the songs well because they danced so well to the music. Maybe they are jst top notch dancers.
My only problem with tue place is the sheer awesomness of it all that I actally order a few drinks and get drunk because I want to stay all nght long. This is a problem because i am the driver. But i have a van wity a bed in the back so. Can iust go out to it, fuck tue shit out of my girl a few times ajd pass out until morning.
We love The Lucky Devil!!!!!!
#1 strip bar in portland metro, The Devil's Point is #2.
Love this place and drop in when ever I am in town. However left early this last time afer a dancer informed me I had to tip when sitting at the tables. I had just arrived ordered some food and sat down. So the pushy dancer caused the rest of the dancers to lose out on the tips for the evening. I ate went somewhere else for the evening for drinks.
This is simply the best strip club of all time. Don't waste your time anywhere else.
Took my wife here for her birthday and we both had a blast. We are not from the Portland area and don't know what a typical strip club is like here but we were both pleased. We weren't sure if it was cool to take a woman to a strip club or not but I think the gender split was almost even. Good mix of music, reasonably priced drinks, friendly atmosphere. I even got her up on stage for a two girl lap dance. What more could you want?
The bar staff were really attentive. My glass of water was never less than 3/4 full while I was sitting at the bar. The dancers seemed nice, but one of them really stood out. She wore dance shoes, instead of the "stripper platform shoes," and she could dance. I was blown away with how well she could dance. She moved like she enjoyed dancing. Seating was okay, there was a poker game going on, so chairs were a bit scarce. I will definitely be back.
And only one other strip club does- and that's another one of Frank's clubs, Devil's Point.
I like girls that look like they CHOSE stripping, not like they do it because they need a quick buck and have no other options. Here, the girls look good (for the most part). Most dance well. Most you can have conversations with. And the wallpaper is pretty great.
The prices are pretty standard for drinks and food, and for a strip club, the food is actually pretty damn good.
They have card game nights, but I'm not a gambler... however, those that are gambling seem to really enjoy themselves. Sometimes, so much so that they throw chips at the dancers. BAD IDEA!
My favorites at this club? Yes, I have them. Rocket, Gypsy, Elle, and Shawn... or was is Shaun? Anyway, that last one doesn't dance there anymore, but I wish she'd come back. Any girl that will dance to "Dirt in the Ground" has my heart.
the dancers actually try to seduce you here unlike other clubs where they just seem to go thru a series of motions naked. shane is the best! that makes me wish even more they'd ask me for a private dance. is that not really done if you're a woman customer? i was tipping like crazy and looked better than most the guys in there who weren't tipping as much.
I love this place. Like as a place to hang out and just be, it's cool. as a strip club, I like it because of the vibe and the decour. Strippers hanging from ceiling monkey bars is pretty cool. And they're pretty friendly. There is only one stage, but the girls give a pretty good lap dance. It's not a shadowy tits-in-your-face, ass-on-your-lap skanky place and the girls are not skanky like that. Which mean when I want that I have to go elsewhere. But for a cool place to sit and drink and maybe play poker and shed a few dollars it's cool. It is by far the BEST SINGLE STAGE CLUB in Portland. Unless you like Firestripping in which case it's Devil's Point (although those girls are almost scary). But the stage is awesome and the dancers are all pretty cute. Oh and they often don't go full nude (which I actually don't mind as I'm a tits and ass cheek man myself and don't need to see the plumbing). Valkrye is probably the hottest dancer I've ever seen and talked to but I haven't seen her on the schedule lately. Gypsy does some amazing things with the monkey bars. Mirage is totally friendly to talk to. Gaby as well is friendly and gives a great lap dance.
Cruising around in a strange city after nightfall can be fun if you aren't looking for a bar. It's the jonesing, it frustrates a natural sense of adventure. And, after passing the same intersection twice, I had to admit I was lost and pissy. Banged the turn-around, a squat building called the Lucky Devil Lounge came in view. Surely any place endorsing the Prince of Darkness serves alcohol.
A bouncer caught my arm as I came through the double doors. I knew what he wanted. Looking like a brown Dennis the Menace hones your ID-slinging reflex like nothing else. A free hand took the ID. His stark neck tattoo fought the freakish scenery for attention.
Gaudy animal print carpet that didn't bother hiding under my sneakers. Flanked at the quarter round by velour wallpaper so purple and gay it made my asshole pucker. Orange-yellow lighting rose into spikes around the top of the bar; giving the room a soft glow that made smashing an ankle on a chair easy. Laughter howled from a group of middle-agers and an older gent who all filled a long banquet table parallel to the front wall. They were getting the night started. Fratty guys walked over from the L-shaped bar to sit at a couple of round tables in the middle of the floor. Taken in all at once: overall hairy-ish texture, pulsing music and people in motion – it gave the room a vague illusion of life. Like 80's new wavers built a bar in a Moby Dick's stomach.
On a stage near the back, tits were out. A shaved pussy too. I had walked into a stripbar for the second time in my life.
Austin stripbars never earned my dollar. A human layer of skeeze varnished over the main draw – naked skin on parade – and made me feel even more like a tourist who couldn't enjoy the sights. Maybe Portland's different, I mean, this one definitely has character.
The grip on my arm loosened. Time for a drink. Settled into a high-backed leather chair, hot bartender shot up the wait-a-minute finger to go help others who came before. I drummed the bartop impatiently to the beat of the song (sending out an SOS/sending out an SOS). But music cut off as a big emcee yelled from the overhead speakers for Gypsy to ante up. His girth made the desk and chair underneath him look comically-undersized. After a short bit, they took my drink order. Hot Bartender's rack held my eye as a double Kamikaze shot poured into a highball glass, followed by a foamy beer. Two shots for the price of one? Yes thank you and leave the tab open. Double-fisting booze, I made my way to the other rack near the stage.
Gypsy was already getting down and by that I mean naked. Shortish, cute boobs and streaked hair. Her theme was literally exotic, foreign. Tiny tinkling bells, an eastern-vibed track and the swiveling hips of a belly dancer. Lithe body swung from the center pole to climb another one on the left grounded into the rack; slow and controlled, her glide downward on the pole. Fratty guy, slumped in chair, gave a leer right back and put down his money. The intimate moment lingered a sec. For some reason, the only time I've ever had sex popped into my head. That was with this girl right after a huge dinner. Both of us were bloated and rolling around, trying to act sexy and not vomit into the other's mouth. Weird. Few people ever call their first time like it actually happens.
A voice announced it was some guy's birthday. Hollers and oh-come-on's rang out from the banquet table people. Old Guy obligingly stood up first while his compadres got up in turn, slapping him on the back good-naturedly. One of the girls brought a chair out on the dance floor and a few others working the club peeled off their admirers. I'd never seen a heart-attack live onstage so a trip out back for a smoke got delayed. But oh did lovely women shake and jiggle all sorts of sexy. Trying their damnest to get a rise out of the old-timer. Thankfully, he was a sport and sat on his hands for what was probably the longest song of his life. He also didn't die, surely a relief to his friends crowded around the rack.
Everyone cleared out as my thoughts wandered. The gist? 1. Old guys with weak hearts like strip clubs. 2. Celebrating a patron's birthday is pretty much required in customer service. 3. Therefore, a medical term probably exists for death-by-too-many-tits-in-your-face that terrible attempts at researching cannot turn up. It might even be a regular thing a cop or a coroner might see. We got another one, Daniels. This bastard's sensory nerves couldn't process all those gyrating hips, nipples and vagina all at once. His brain just gave out trying to calculate infinity; It's like looking at the face of God. Died right in his chair, man. Hah, geezer sure is a lucky devil.
Outside a roaring gas fire warmed the edges of a frigid night. Not much out to observe. Finished smoking. Stubbed out the butt. Inside, a tall lady with crazy anime hair walked in front of me to get down. A studded belt, slung loosely across hips like a gunslinger, shifted as they moved. My drinks needed refreshing and I downed both quickly at the bar. Why not join in the fun? Tossed a dollar down at the rack and Rocket perked up. Laid down in front of me and slid a hand across a smooth torso. Her finger pulled aside a thong for all to peek beneath. Men looked on intently. I couldn't believe I could see all of this for a dollar while I drank. Fantastic!
But then something strange happened, I found out she knew you were going to Look Down There. Her eyes watch you, watching her. This made the whole thing feel weird. Maybe that fades as you get used to women you don't know showing you their hoo-ha.
The booze kicked in, engaging my drunken autopilot. Would you like a private dance? Sure. Escorted to the gauzy back room, Rocket took the time to get my name right. Her hands gently pushed me against the wall as I repeated it to her. What do you do? I'm a writer. Oh, I have an English degree. I have one of those too. There's this great publishing house near Powell's-- I, um, don't need your help getting published. That's not what I meant! I don't remember anything else.
Awoke the next morning, the childish glee of last night caving in my smashed jack-o-lantern of a head. A cotton-y tongue dabbed cracked lips like a cactus leaf on twin sand dunes.Dehydration, not the light spilling in between blinds, had begun a pounding regret of the night before. Raking a toothbrush harshly across pink gums brought a smile to face.
I'd seen more vag last nite than I had in my whole life. There's something wrong about that.
i initially dragged my heels about coming here because I didn't like their ad in that stripper mag. Who thought it was a good idea to make it look like a gothic lynch mob awaits you? But when I actually went it was kinda fun. And I didn't have to freeze my balls off to have a smoke, that's nice for a change!
Every Friday night that I go to the Lucky Devil I have a great time. The Friday night Dj is great. He is the bigger bald guy that wears all black. He always has what I'm looking for when it comes to old Industrial music.
The girls are hot and the food is good.
Exactomento Mirage, haven't seen you dance. I go Sunday afternoon when Crystal, lovely Crystal pours the drinks. Did meet Lee, see's fabulous. Lucky Devil and Dancin' Bare are 2 great places to drink beer and take in the sights.
I dance at Lucky Devil 2 nights per week. Even if I DIDN'T dance here, I would ABSOLUTELY hang out here! Classy atmosphere, friendly staff, top notch dancers and excellent food. Oh, and not to mention thier social gaming liscense allows you to play poker and blackjack for money. BONUS! I agree that sometimes it is hard to get a drink. A few of the bartenders have been replaced. Your best bet is to come in on a Thursday or Sunday night. Bartender John is one of the best in the industry (check out his flair) and it's not too crowded to get a good seat at the stage ;)
Happy club-hopping, Barflies! ~Mirage
I've been in the L.D. twice now and both times it has been wanting for service. A group on a tues night we came looking to see the new club. The place looks amazing first off clean nice great smoking area and awesome fire light. The girls are top rate looks and performances (monkey bars rule). Bouncer greeted us and was polite and happy to give us the brief verbal tour. Not your usual buffed ape with anger issues. Getting a drink in this BAR is a quest of neverending futility. The cute bartender lacked drink knowlegde and skill so we went with simple to make things faster(vodka redbull). On a dead night a bartender should be interested in taking care of 4 men tipping well. When the girl on the stage asks us to stop throwing money at her becuase she is slipping and can't get it all in her bag. You would think everyone there would make sure we were taken care of since we were the only ones at the rack all night. I'd give my first trip a C since it is a very nice place.
Unfortunatly I came back another time solo. Once again empty save for a few people for such a large place. Monday night, again great girls and very nice bouncer. Ordered a drink from a different cute looking bartender took a while despite me being the only one entering and standing at a empty counter. Thought i could remedy this paid with a $100 got all $1s and tipped her $12. Looking for a good time sat a the rack for a set or two once again great girls. Went outside for a smoke and then came to get another drink. and waited, and waited, flag her down and waited, and waited, tipped the dances a bit from the bar and waited. WTF This bartender was to into hanging out with friends? than pouring a drink. 20 min of waiting in an empty place was enough for me so I left. Bounce told me thanks and to come back again, would have told no I wasn't ever but it wasn't his fault. F for this visit. Lucky Devil is a nice place to hang out if you know the staff or owner I guess but other wise they are just pretending to serve booze. My other theory is they want you to drink before you come in becuase I wish I had.
PS what's up with the single bathroom for a place of that size.
great business move starting a non-smoking establishment that has an excellent outside smoking area shortly before the new anti-freedom, I mean smoking law goes into effect. great place. very chill. gambling, great drinks, great assets.
Normally I'd give the place a grade. I'll have to go back a time or two as it was pretty slow when I was there. The no smoke gives it an automatic B grade at least. Just had a beer and didn't sample any of the fair. Well food fair anyway, the two dancers both very fair, cute, and friendly. They make an old man feel young and lusty. :)
Lighting wasn't bad. A bit darker than I prefer but still fairly well lit. No black lights which is a definite plus in my book. Did not try the outdoor patio so I can't comment but here's an idea, outdoor dining area dance area. That would be SWEET! Sunny days may require plenty of sunscreen.
The music wasn't too loud either. It's nice being able to walk out and still hear a thought in my head.
It's an odd spot, and a place that deserves more support. Needs more tipping guys to replace the creepy guys looking for free peeks of beaver. Bartenders are pretty dang nice, and I agree that the food is really good.
Something that I thought was awesome about the Lucky Devil Lounge is the one-way window. You can actually see a view of downtown lights (which glow red), but of course, no one can see inside. The velvet wallpaper is very cool. The bartender (not sure of his name) was very upbeat and seemed supportive of the dancers. All in all a classy joint. Recommended.
So checked the new place out on the first weekend. It's owned by some of the same people from Dante's/Devil's Point.
It reminds me of a cross between DP and Doug Fir. It is non-smoking and has a nice (somewhat) heated patio. They have good food as well(with an impressive menu), and overall is quite nice!
The stage has monkey bars built into the ceiling which is an added bonus.