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Sometimes, when I want to escape the new Portland of concept restaurants and high-tech babble, I head over for a simple slice at Escape from New York Pizza. This funky hole-in-the-hole in a storefront on NW 23rd is one of the last holdouts of what Portland used to be like: simple, unpretentious, funny and real. (It was founded in 1983 by a guy who fled New York to find just those now-vanishing attributes in Portland.) There are usually two of three pies available by the slice, maybe sausage, maybe pepperoni, maybe veggie, maybe mushroom and olive. The crust is crackling thin, the price is low, and the only other thing they sell is a Caesar salad. You can order a whole pie, too, of course. May it stay around forever.