By Portland’s micro-loving standards, Ken Forkish’s Trifecta Tavern & Bakery is the Coliseum. The sky-high industrial ceiling makes room for a raucous marble bar shaking highbrow classics, a bustling, wood-fire powered kitchen, and stretch-limo booths for all. The steak frites–meets–seafood shack menu hits a few potholes occasionally, but Trifecta is already a Portland hangout. Your best bet? Snag a seat at the bar and share a sizzling cast iron pan of brussels sprouts mingling with spicy house chorizo and apple butter or the simple, salty-sweet triumph of a fresh shucked oyster followed by house-cured ham, just-churned butter, and honey tucked inside a warm roll. “It’s the perfect chaser,” swears the bartender. He’s right.