"That was fucked-up good," a guest said to their server, on the first night of a month-long pop-up takeover by Astral PDX. "I couldn't hear you, a little louder?" the server said, with a smile. He nodded towards the kitchen staff in the back. "Fuckkked-up good!" the guest said, with emphasis. At the time, we were barely biting into the first course of Astral PDX's five course prix fixe meal, but—awash in the umami chintextle...