This past weekend, Pamela Aidan, Laura Hile, and I met in downtown Portland, Oregon, and spent two days encouraging one another to write, and writing. (Until this weekend, I’d never been in a hotel room where the television was not turned on! EVER.)
Part of the fun was finding places to eat. The first night we hit Kenny and Zuke’s deli. Great Hungarian mushroom soup. The lemon bar was eh. The next day for lunch we tried a small Indian place with a buffet. I have no idea what the name of the place was so no link. It was very good as well. I can’t tell you anything I ate, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. On Sunday we found that a lot of the downtown restaurants are closed for lunch and we ended up eating at a cramped, glass cube, whose name I don’t know. My macaroni and cheese is better. IMO.
Now doesn’t that just sound kitschy enough to be worth the risk? And who can resist the frolicksome smelty looking fish? One of the brochures in the room said this: “Fresh locally inspired seafood, seasonal menu, full bar and a 25 for 25 wine list in our time honored atmosphere.” It’s the “time honored atmosphere” that has me intrigued.
I’ve been in places where the “time honored atmosphere” is so thick it’s ground into the carpet.
It looks like a place our grandparents went for birthdays and anniversaries. It looks like the kind of place my husband and I would frequent, depending on how crowded it when we went last.
Anyway, what sort of place do you like to go and drop a few dollars? Established and reliable? Trending hot and chic? A place to enjoy someone’s company privately, or a place to see and be seen?