Cover Story In 1983, Portland’s Chinatown was, by all accounts, a real shithole. Peppered with empty lots, boarded-up storefronts and dealers pushing cocaine and heroin as casually as a grocery store clerk might ask “paper or plastic?”—it was a part of town best avoided altogether. It was in the heart of this dubious neighborhood that George Touhouliotis, a 36-year-old Greek immigrant and former cab driver with a fondness for poetry and rebellious youth culture, opened an equally dirty bar called Satyricon... More
