There are some places that fade quietly into history.
And then there are places that refuse to die because too many people still remember exactly how they sounded.
I was born in 1981, which means I just missed the full force of Organ Grinder Restaurant. By the time I was old enough to form real childhood memories, the restaurant was already well established, already legendary, already woven into Portland family traditions. It would close in February of 1996, when I was fourteen. Old enough to remember hearing about it. Young enough to never have truly experienced it in its prime.
So I have to learn about Organ Grinder through you…