December 27, 2014. A delightful aspect of Portland is the plethora of food carts. Many of thse are concentrated in the douwntown area, but others are scattered around throughotu the city.
In my neighborhood, Brooklyn, there is one food cart, called Brooklyn Philly's. I had stopped in a week or two before this date, and got an awesome philly cheesesteak. It was a bit pricey at $9.50, but sufficed for two meals, and I love supporting local entrepreneurs.
So, I stopped in again on this date. The owner/operator greeted me like an old friend, and kept up a steady stream of chatter. Turns out he is originally from Palermo, Sicily, and he remarked that he had been back there recently and it had seemed dirtier to him than he rememberd it.
As far as why he is located where he is, he said he lives in an apartment in the house next door. It sounded like he had retired there, but then decided to open this foor cart in order to pass it on to his son.
The postscript to this is that the son lacks his father's gregariousness, and the place is now closed. I suspect that the son simply decided that the long hours and confined existence of operating the food cart was not the life he wanted for himself.
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