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Save 10 on your purchase with the code Portland at checkout Port Mag_Ad 9.indd 1 71015 1259 AM OutAbout Newcomer Lincoln on Market Street where the 5 bill rules. 50 PORTLAND MONTHLY MAGAZINE people inside. W e saddle up to the bar where we meet Scott our new fa- vorite bartender. Hes atten- tive friendly and has worked here 11 years. While hes pouring our 8 mini pitcher of Brooklyn Lager I notice something funny behind him. Its a ceramic figurine depict- ing a black poodle in a white sack with a heart-shaped dog tag. I assume its a bank. The poodle Scott laughs and brings it over so we can get a better look. Its full of Jim Beam. The owners of this place are three Greek guys. Their Uncle Fred brought this thing in one day and set it behind the bar. He said When I die I want you to drink this. The guys 96 years old. I examine the poodle. Its collar reads Tiffiny an appropriate name for an eight- inch tall poodle although pretty humorous for middle-shelf 1970s-era bourbon. Yeah Scott continues. A few years agoFred had to be at least 88 at the time I saw him roll a golf cart right over get back up and play the next hole. Look for Tiffiny next time youre there shes probably not go- ing anywhere. 940 Congress Street. MATHEWS PUB 1872 On a Thursday evening Portlands oldest pub is empty aside from two employees my accomplice Mitchell and me. We sit at backless swivel stools order 3 Budweiser drafts and ask if the rooftop deck is open. Oh sure but Ill have to give you plastic