Food Reviews & Stories
This Hawaiian fast-food joint is an homage to co-owner Benjamin Dyer’s
childhood in Kona, and also something of a parody. The name is a pun
(Hawaii’s area code is 808), the website is intentiona
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Food Reviews & Stories
Unlike the all-you-can eat buffet and
great simmering bowls of downtown’s Taiwanese-style Hot Pot City (see
page 19), Beijing Hot Pot is a communal affair: A bowl of broth is
placed in the center
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Food Reviews & Stories
Portland’s only Vietnamese sandwich drive-thru recently added Koi
Fusion-inspired Viet tacos to the menu (three for $5), but don’t order
them—they’re a trap; mediocre fillings on lousy torti
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Food Reviews & Stories
Ever since it underwent an extensive remodel in 2005, this striped
building has played host to bad ideas. First a waffle-centric diner,
then a Lebanese restaurant that served cheesesteaks died here.
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Food Reviews & Stories
Lucy and April Eklund’s airy Sellwood cafe offers dozens of teas from
around the world and enormous platters of Thai and Vietnamese standards.
The restaurant is unusual for the neighborhood in tha
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Food Reviews & Stories
Micah Camden, the seemingly tireless chef who has in the past five years
had a hand in the openings of Yakuza, Naomi Pomeroy’s Beast, DOC and
Fats, is often described as having a “restaurant emp
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Food Reviews & Stories
Off-white and rust-streaked outside, mottled purple and Denny’s-esque
in, Pho Hung is, by all appearances, another Southeast Powell Boulevard
eatery to drive by. If you do stop to eat at this pho
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Food Reviews & Stories
Why drive all the way to Gresham for some roast chicken? Because this
chicken, crisp-skinned and rubbed with garlic and mysterious green
spices, is roasted in a wood-fired brick rotisserie oven as b
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Arts & Books
There's nothing really egregious about this alley, between two buildings on Southeast Foster Road at 66th Avenue. This part of the city is full of narrow, muddy, unpaved alleys leading nowhere in particular. But this particular alley is the scene of a crime. No, not the tagging—that's just asshattery. What happened here is far worse.In 1999, an artists named Becky Bristol painted a pair of...
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Music
L.V. Anderson can't be the only Decemberists fan made uneasy by Meloy's affection for folksy rape:"Will somebody just yell 'maidenhead'?" he asks the crowd, laughing.