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A place at which I don't plan to eat

"Things change! People change! Hairstyles change. Interest rates fluctuate..."


I know the feeling, Hillary Flammond.


One of many, many, many changes in Portland in the last few years is at 304 SE 2nd Ave., the home of Big-Ass Sandwiches from fall 2012 to early 2015. A year and a half after the cart got kicked out, this is what's there now:



A wall. An artisanal, part-wood wall, with stairs and a ramp past it, but a wall. To me, not inviting, but I'm biased: I liked Big-Ass Sandwiches and I like Lisa and Brian, the owners and runners. The bar that developers had promised the Woods and other cart owners finally got built, in the building the carts (and, eventually, cart, singular, when BAS was the last cart standing there) were next to, but extending a deck out into the former parking area where the carts had been. The ramp on the right goes through part of the space where BAS was.

As I'm biased, I don't feel like actually eating at the bar — well, brewery — that's now there. (Huh. The brewery's website is Wayfinder.beer. I am not making this up.) I took this shot on Tuesday, before going to eat and hang out at My Father's Place, a longtime diner-bar near there. I was wearing my BAS hoodie at the time. I'm one of a bunch of people keeping Big-Ass Sandwiches' memory alive.