Walking down Northwest 23rd, a blue light hums quietly above a short flight of stairs, a subtle beacon luring passersby to the unmarked door below. There’s no posted sign, no indication of what’s behind the door; that’s exactly how Co Ngan and Dat Truong — the people behind Northwest Portland’s speakeasy-vibed cocktail bar, Grandma’s Secret — want it.
Once inside, Grandma’s Secret isn’t meant to evoke images of prohibition-era speakeasies found throughout the United States; rather, it’s a reflection of the underground bars in Ho Chi Minh City during the French colonization of Vietnam. The subterranean space is packed with tropical plants, bamboo, rattan, and leather furniture, cocktails
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