Team Beverage

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Team Beverage with something unusual in hand—a small, glowing orb. ‘What’s that?’ asked the clerk, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The driver shrugged and said, “Just another day at work.” As she took it, the orb lit up the whole counter, revealing a tiny neon sign reading 'Open Now'. Everyone burst out laughing—including the befuddled driver who’d just delivered a glow-in-the-dark fuel dispenser for some reason. That afternoon, Team Beverage became famous as the place where you could fill up your tank…and maybe get a free light show too.

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Team Beverage with a truckload of mysterious crates. As he unlocked the back door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost hypnotic drone that seemed to come from within. Curious, a nearby neighbor peeked out and saw only glowing bottles inside. The hum grew louder as boxes were unloaded, until suddenly—nothing. Silence descended like a veil. A few minutes later, a regular customer asked if they had any new specials today. ‘Just our usual selection,’ replied the manager, grinning. Everyone shrugged it off as another Team Beverage mystery.

3. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Team Beverage with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it into the back room, a regular noticed something odd—a small, glowing object nestled among the crates. Curious, the regular picked it up and found it was warm to touch. Suddenly, everyone in the store heard a voice saying, 'Fill me up!' Turned out to be an old radio controlled toy car. A neighbor later joked that maybe it was the ghost of a long-lost employee who loved their fuel so much.

4. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Team Beverage and asked himself: ‘What’s that strange glow coming from inside?’ Curious, he cracked open the door—and was greeted by the sight of dozens of neon-green bottles dancing in perfect rhythm to some unheard music. A regular, sipping a drink, looked up with a smile: 'Morning! Coffee's on its way—just waiting for your beat to sync.'