The Table Nears 10-Year Anniversary As Portland Community Cornerstone

For team members John and Tara, who have been with the Table from the beginning, serving amazing quality food at affordable prices is only a small part of the goal. With the ten-year anniversary coming up — surviving and thriving when many restaurants in Louisville have come and gone — when asked what they’ve learned over ten years, John first joked that “we’re hardheaded, so I don’t know if we’ve learned much,” but said in the end it all comes back to serving the community and helping others.

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Portland’s Grand St. Charles Hotel

The St. Charles Hotel was one of the most recognized landmarks of the old town of Portland. Located on the southwestern corner of Ferry Street (today’s 36th Street) and Second. Just two blocks from the busy Portland Wharf, it served visitors and travelers for many years in relative splendor.

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I REMEMBER: Fire Education in Portland (November, 1985)

In November of 1985, in order to try to put an end to arson attacks in the area, Portland was given $25,000 to put towards anti-arson programming. The Portland Fire Prevention Project, the Louisville Fire and Police Departments, the Arson Investigation Office, and the Boys and Girls Clubs, Inc gathered to devise a way to effectively put this money to use. Their plan? Recruit local children to keep their neighborhoods safe!

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Ed “Nardie” White Shares Portland Memories

“Portland was a closed community in a big metropolitan city. When you think about Louisville, you think about it as a big metropolitan city. But Portland was a definite city that was a community of its own. You had a pocket on Short Street. You had a pocket at St. Xavier. Owen Alley up here…that was a pocket. Those were all Black families. So we lived in clusters all around Portland. We lived in this 20-block radius. I lived between 21st street to 29th Street, that was my core area where I lived, and everybody knew everybody from generations.”

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Important-Land

Ten years ago I was desperately trying to sink my teeth into my new Portland neighborhood. My old Portland neighborhood, where I had spent the previous 25 years, was 2,500 miles away and I was in a real sink or swim situation. Outside of a few rock and roll tours through Louisville in a past life, I knew nothing about Kentucky. Thanks to some Zillowing back in Oregon, I was suddenly the fourth owner of a pristine 19th-century brick mansion on West Main Street.

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