“Beautiful music, dangerous rhythm. It’s something daring. The Continental.”

Story by Colin W. Sargent

Fred Astaire’s incandescent dance song rings in my ears as we park on The Continental Portland’s large lot at 170 Brighton Avenue to grab dinner before a show at Portland Stage.

The vibe is zhushed but cahjzzz pub fare: Fish & Chips, French Onion Soup, Scotch Eggs, Chicken Schnitzel, Boxty (potato cakes with chive sour cream), Lamb Lollipops, Poutine, Roasted Cod.

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