Taste Tickler, with its paint-chipped awning, sits on the corner of Broadway and 14th, a strip home to many Portland institutions: Milo’s City Cafe, with its roster of regulars and brioche French toast; the yellow bungalow home to Frank’s Noodle House, featuring hand-pulled noodles and parcel-like dumplings; the pastry cases at Helen Bernhard Bakery, filled with colossal cinnamon rolls and knobby muffins. Taste Tickler is no exception: Those who grew up in Northeast Portland almost certainly made some sort of pilgrimage to its dining room, with its midcentury linoleum and vinyl chairs.
These days, there are no customers inside Taste Tickler. Like so many others, the sandwich shop
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