In the fall of 2022, a garage off Belmont Street started to fill with effortlessly cool-looking thirtysomethings. DJs would spin records while visitors perched on stools and lounged in folding chairs, resting glasses of orange wine on boards stretched against cinderblocks. It evoked the vibe of an artist’s house party — musicians would set up in the corner of the patio while crowds would linger outside, popping handfuls of furikake Chex mix from a food cart parked onsite. The bar was Company, and it became the if-you-know-you-know hangout among Portland’s creative community. “Escaping a dark and rainy night through Company’s hidden door feels like stumbling onto something clandestine,” Matthew
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