Pub At the End of the Universe   

Regulars just call it the ''Glad Tav'' because it's stashed away on a mostly residential stretch of Gladstone Ave. The full name, though, is eminently fitting. When you walk in the door, it's a bit like stepping into a wormhole that leads to a Summer of Love era, Haight-Ashbury style crash pad. This mysterious hold-out from the groovy days of Janis Joplin and Ken Kesey features psychedelic artwork by members of the owner's family, time-worn shag carpeting and even smoldering incense. Still, you know you're in Portland when you see the vast, constantly rotating selection of microbrews on tap. The soundtrack is college favorites from Bob Dylan on down to U2. A warren of rooms on different levels creates some privacy, and individual nooks are tricked out with funky lamps, mosaic topped tables and even houseplants. And there's plenty of room for the pool tables and soft-tip dart boards. Food is basic and hearty -- students from nearby Reed College subsist on the nachos and home made lentil soup.