A less brazen publican might have taken an opening-weekend fire as a sign to throw in the towel, but the men behind Interurban (4057 N Mississippi Ave., interurbanpdx.com) are no shrinking violets. When an electrical fire scorched the kitchen of the gastropub the morning after its debut, they went ahead and soft-opened anyway. Now that everything’s ship-shape, it’s time to pass judgment: Interurban feels as though someone opened a Portland-themed bar in Los Angeles, what with the bare wood, animal heads and bridge silhouettes on the walls, rotisserie meats and fried starches on the menu, Abyss on tap and negronis by the bottle. Good times are mandatory for everyone in the building, including the servers, who have been known to sing along to deafeningly loud roller-rink oldies and even dance the twist behind the bar.