It's reassuring to hear the bartender at Prettyman's General talking up a tiny nanobrewery to find the nano on tap at this dandy little pub and market on the first floor of Hawthorne Twenty-Six, a tony apartment complex where the mail carriers must ache when new editions of West Elm and Kinfolk drop. Prettyman's, which is named for Perry Prettyman, who once farmed apples at the foot of the western slope of Mount Tabor, has all the trappings we've come to associate with contemporary Portland interior design: antlers, sheepskin-adorned leather sofas, oil landscapes and copies of National Geographic. Courtney Barnett sings through the speakers, and there's an old porcelain tub filled with this newspaper and The Oregonian. In keeping with the general-store theme, a few shelves are neatly stacked with fine nuts and olives unavailable at the Safeway across the street. It's a tad calculated, perhaps, but also very fine in detail, down to the gorgeous inlaid wood on the bar and a tuna salad sandwich with line-caught Oregon albacore, Little T bread and a few Mama Lil's peppers that pairs perfectly with the very rare Humble Saaz Saison.