Muhamed Mujcic-Mufkoâs 4-4-2 is Portlandâs lone soccer bar, its walls adorned with the flags of favored teams, from FC Bayern to the Timbersâ green and yellow; the barâs stock clientele is mostly drawn from the ranks of the American Soccer Fan, which is to say: foreigners, hippies and ex-expatriates. Some of us, however, come in simply for the hospitality and the bar food (as well as the draft beer served in true half-liter mugs). Bosnian lepinja bread, made in-house, is a singular version of the Mediterranean pita: half an inch thick and fluffy as a baguette, with a sweet outer crispness that comes from being baked in olive oil. The Å¡iÅ¡ (rich, spicy sausage patties, pronounced âsheeshâ) and cevapi (beef-lamb patties akin to mini-hamburgers) are served in an array of options ranging from $8 to $12; each comes with lepinja bread, sweet-bitter yogurt sauce and ajvar, a spicy pepper-eggplant relish. My favorite, however, is the peka sandwich ($8.75), which sports wafer-sliced meat so smoked and cured as to be beefâs own thundering answer to bacon. Dear Lord.