It’s 4:57 p.m., a few minutes before open, and a family of regulars have posted up at the door of Pho Kita. A young couple joins the line, and another family shortly after. By 5:10 p.m. about six of the dozen tables have occupants and servers in practical black sweatshirts are starting to put out reserved placards on the remaining ones. By 5:20 p.m., the small space is filled with the low murmur of a dozen dates, family gatherings, and early business dinners. Already, it’s another humming night for Portland’s unlikeliest destination steakhouse.
From the outside the restaurant doesn’t look like much, just a typical strip mall Vietnamese place
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