Portland is absolutely chock-a-block with edible kitsch. This is the city that’s home to the neon pink doughnut shop filled with naughty puns, coffin-shaped party boxes and velvet Kenny Rogers paintings. The artisanal salumeria that made a tongue-in-cheek cameo on Portlandia. The coronary-inducing but oh-so-delicious pork-sandwich lunch counter, appropriately (or prophetically) named Lardo. The trouble is, there are so many places like this that even with our frequent trips and efforts to try a new restaurant on each visit (which is incredibly hard to do, since every place is so good)—well, there simply aren’t enough pages in my sketchbook.