If I had to pick a last meal, it’d probably be a sandwich of fresh, crusty (REAL) sourdough bread, spread with home-made mayonnaise and topped with thin slices of really good ham, Wensleydale cheese and heirloom tomato…with an ice-cold glass of home-made limeade. The sandwich might be optional, which explains why I spent much of last Saturday making fruit syrups [...]
The waiter calls me “darling,” with a dreamy smile on his face. He’s about 19, with the beginnings of a goatee, an honest-to-god twinkle in his eyes, and the thickest black horn-rimmed glasses I’ve seen outside a movie screen. Huarache sandals, black t-shirt and black jeans, turned charcoal grey by the dorm washing machines. I’m in Studio One, a little breakfast place in [...]
Restaurant website Location: Beaverton (Bethany area) Price to brunch 2: About $30 It’s kind of a truism in Portland that the best eats are downtown, in the Pearl, or over on the east side. Or maybe, in a pinch, out in Lake Oswego. My friends call the western suburbs “foodie hell,” and I’m not sure I’d disagree; you’re more apt [...]
There are cookie lovers, cookie makers..and then there's Monica. I work with Monica, and every year at Halloween* she takes a couple days off to send us into diabetic comas. More specifically, she makes enough cookies to float an aircraft carrier and brings them in along with decorated bags and plates. The calls go out, and the cookie monsters gather... [...]
You ain't no kinda candy lover if you don't live for The Black. You want a great candy? Smooth, supple, grab-your-socks candy? Candy that sends your mouth to heaven, darkens your tongue, brightens your outlook and pulls out your fillings? Screw chocolate. You want black licorice, my friend. And hey--I just found The Black, the perfect, quintessential black licorice.
Restaurant website Location: NW, 21st above the Pearl Cost to feed four for dinner: About $125 (plus wine) My colleague was doing Atkins, the low carb thing, and however tasty the bread, she couldn't eat it. So the chef at Wildwood braised some veggies, added a mild vinaigrette and served them as the classiest (and tastiest) crudites I've had in [...]
So I'm sitting in my office, quietly coding some Flash Actionscript, headphones on, music blasting...when I hear a distant rumble. Or maybe I feel it, in the soles of my shoes. I look up, and there it is again. This time I take the headphones off...but I don't hear anything, just feel a little rumbling. Earthquake, I figure. Or maybe I need to tell Greg the gardener not to mow quite so close to the house. Then the doorbell rings, and it's my neighbor Erin, from across the way. "Sorry to bother you," she smiles, "but is your water turned on?"
Review website (Yasmen doesn’t seem to have a site) Location: Beaverton Price to fill up (and I mean fill up) two people: $60 I chatted idly with the Yasmen employees while I waited for Robyn to arrive. “It’s only 7:00 so I guess we’re kind of early?” I asked, gesturing at all the empty tables. Most of my Middle Eastern [...]
"Don't you usually have a PRAAAAY FIX-AAAAAY?" I asked the waiter. He looked puzzled for a minute, then asked, "Do you mean "prix fixe?" he asked, "Yes we do," and he showed me the prix fixe menu ($20 per person for salad or soup, entree and dessert) while I blushed a bit. OK, in most places in the US (outside New York and DC), if you ask for the "prix fixe menu," you'll just confuse them. "Prefix to what? Do you mean an appetizer?" they'll ask, with a little eye roll. If you mispronounce it with long aaaaaaas, they just might get it. Except in Chez Joly, which is the closest thing to a real French bistro I've seen in the great Northwest.
I parked the car about a block away from Eleni's (I was meeting Sara there for dinner), got out and tripped over about a dozen tipsy Santas coming from a rally in the park. I looked around and saw HUNDREDS of Santas, dressed in everything from red Lurex catsuits trimmed with white fur to the real, pillow-bellied deal. What in the world? As I pondered, a lady Santa ran full-tilt into me, grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me, full on the mouth. "MISSELTOE!!!!" she hollered, and handed me a tiny candycane before running to her next victim.