Quick-serve destination for Chicago-style sandwiches plus Italian sausage & other casual fare.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 4612 SE Hawthorne Blvd, Portland, OR 97215
Phone: (503) 894-8389
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Nearly 50-year-old restaurant Michael’s Italian Beef and Sausages …
Reviews
I decided to discover what it was about. Michael’s is connected to Angelo’s bar by a common seating area between the two. I ordered a Chicago Style Italian beef with peppers and onions.
It’s not bad but not great. It was good but I wished I had ordered the sausage sandwich. Perhaps it would have had more flavor. The high regard for this place could be a nostalgia thing. But this guy will take a Philly Cheesesteak over this anytime. I’ll try the sausage next time. ✌
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Standard drink options and not over priced on them either.
The proprietary is still figuring things out after moving from their previous location, at least that is my assumption for the mess things seem to be in.
The food is not bad just not that great, my sandwich was pretty soggy causing the bread to disintegrate making the eating party a mess. Got my son a hat dog and he couldn’t take more than a bit but that was on him I had a bit and thought it was good just heavy on the sweet relish.
The employee who was working hard was also very discourteous to the delivery driver for her groceries making it very uncomfortable to be in there and the profanity was a bit much.
I do plan on trying them again and this time eat in to see if that helps the food experience.
*I headed back for lunch (Jan. 2025) with my kids and got extra meat (it did have more meat but not sure if I was charged for it) and added sautéed bell peppers and a side of au jus to our Italian Beef. And I liked it even more than the last time I was here at the new location. Salty and yum!
If you want more complex fare then there’s plenty of other upscale sandwich shops in Portland for you, like Bunk or Charlie’s. But Michael’s is a perfect execution of the simplicity of this cuisine.
For months I’d passed by the loud autoshop-style mural emblazoned on the rear of the building, thinking “that place probably has good sandwiches.” A few weeks ago I was in the neighborhood and had a couple hours to kill, so I decided to stop in. Note that I planned to spend a “couple hours” in a restaurant I’ve never been to; some places simply can’t withstand this brand of expectation.
Thankfully, Michael’s proved a more-than-suitable environment to enjoy a decent sandwich and be ignored for an extended period of time. Before walking in, I had visions of a deep, chilled fluorescent case filled with exotic meats, an off-white menu above the register with those little sticky black letters, a big analog clock. I quickly re-calibrated, taken aback by the sparse shabbiness of the counter area and the surly woman behind it. It’s one of those restaurants where you enter and aren’t quite sure they serve food. Nervous, I ordered a full Italian beef sandwich with hot peppers (I wanted a “typical Michael’s order”) and a Coke, needlessly informing the counter girl I’d be taking my food to the little wire table outside. Alas, it was nice out – but quite warm enough in the shade! Even if it had been 85 and balmy, though, the right choice is to stay inside.
Michael’s interior is a long, musty trapezoid – a “shotgun diner,” if you will – but the lightplay within is phenomenal. At the far, west-facing end, a wall of wavy translucent glass bricks stunts the otherwise intense late afternoon rays, yielding a soft natural glow to the dining area, which competently juxtaposes a row of vinyl-lined booths with a set of stools and a raised island. These stools are lined up towards a large south-facing window, ideal for people-watching, and shielded from direct sunlight. There was a guy sitting at one of these stools, beatific and impenetrable, looking like he didn’t want to be bothered – I chose a booth. I love eating in booths alone, and given the low volume of diners, I didn’t feel any pressure to leave.
The sandwich was moist and savory, and the pickled celery a unique accoutrement. I ate rapaciously: this is always the case when I attempt a read-and-eat, as the chewed-up juicy bits in my periphery never fail to distract me from the page. And I was well accommodated for the post-beef comedown: the dusky, low-hanging diner lamps are neither too dusky and nor too low-hanging, and Michael’s crappy beige-red-and-blue scenery was just boring enough (I attached a screen-grab of their website, a very good representation of the shop’s aesthetic). KMHD filtered softly through the speakers – not sure if jazz is always the afternoon’s soundtrack, though I doubt Michael would endorse anything remotely abrasive.
Flavorful, good bread integrity, salty in the good way without being overly salted.
Open late at night, connected to a bar so you can get a beer, while you eat or play darts. Also other seating available.