I really enjoyed the place. Before the war, Portlanders strolled along Southwest Broadway in the evenings. Dressed to the nines, they’d pop in here for a drink, stop off there for a meal, then move on to a show.
In the years that followed the defeat of fascism, the downtown street started to skew younger, with teens blasting the devil’s music as they inched tail-finned cars down to Main Street, then back on Sixth Avenue so they could start over again.
