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I grew up in Portland. Recognized the place from the snap picture. What a crying shame! I guess you really can't go home again. At least there's still Fuller's on NW Ninth and Davis, as well as their double decker with cheese. Their razor clams are also supposed to be very good.
You want to talk about not being able to go home again? Imagine being from Venezuela.
Usually, that saying is about things like how one isn’t able to make a favorite dish the way one’s folks did, down some fractal dimension of differences all the way to how one oven doesn’t heat much like another. Or how one’s old neighborhood will’ve become unrecognizable by the time one gets back to visit someday.
Even after the coming Venezuelan War, even after the diaspora comes back to roost, it’ll be new. Something different. Stars willing, better. If nothing else, yours.
Best of luck when you get there!
It was the best burger in town, for sure. Thing was, it was huge. Too much of a good thing. I sense a theme.