Commie my ass

Okay, Seth and I tried the People's Sandwich of Portland shop or whatever it's called and I must say that in my quest for a great sandwich I was impressed by the quality of the house-made pork on the Cuban inspired pickle and pig sandwich; as well as Seth's Italian with wonderful, thin slices of gamey cured meats.

Upon entering the sparse, freshly erected, darkly painted room with several windows and minimalist seating, I notice the two men feverishly working behind the counter, grilling meats for choices like a fairly authentic Philly cheesesteak. Apparently the only female of the group, who brightened the frantic room upon returning from a chip buying errand, was to be the cashier, greeting people with her contrasted chipper demeanor.

Before said girl came back bearing additional chips, I walked up to the counter and asked the younger hipster looking person (I know it's an overused term but how else should I describe this guy) what the significance of the name and the logo were, an obvious hammer and sickle reference to communist imagery. He looked me straight in the eye and said "It's marketing"...."The sandwiches aren't free if that's what you mean"....

I won't entertain (or bore) you by dissecting why this inconsistency somehow represents my disdain for the New Portland, hell, the New America but somehow this ideal turned into a marketing campaign is one thing, but to full on admit it, almost boast about it, is another thing altogether.

So, go to Portland Repulic Sandwich whatever. Eat an $8 sandwich (if you can afford it) and leave full and happy, not a care in the world. Maybe go home and water your lawn or watch some American Idol. After all, the world is your oyster! Take what you can get, when you can get it and run away, you don't want to see the damage that has been done.