With a song in my heart and a spring in my step, finally one of SouthEast Portland’s great mysteries is solved!
I frequently pass a strip mall near 36th and Powell boasting the glorious sign for “Husky or Maltese, Whatever” – a restaurant that is never, ever open.
I’ve swung by the restaurant countless times over say the past 7 years. There are tables with table clothes, silverware, chairs, curtains pulled, signage out front – everything it indicate it’s a real working place! But it’s never, ever, ever open.
Turns out, the owner signed a lease, cobbled up a name, but makes more $$ selling crepes at the Snow White cart downtown. The name came from a misunderstanding by her accountant. The owner wanted to come up with a name that included her dogs. The accountant asked “Which dog?” – the rest…is Portland history.