A hot Friday evening in the Pearl District and the deck at Bluehour is packed with well-scrubbed customers. Suddenly, the buzz of polite conversation is broken. “Force-fed ducks! Foie gras sucks!” A loose-knit group of about a dozen protesters from the Portland Animal Defense League (PADL) has begun to chant, demanding the restaurant remove foie […]
Patrick Alan Coleman
Tears, Cheers, and Beers
IT WAS A PRIMARY ELECTION season marked, from the Democratic presidential contest on down, by excruciatingly close races—at least according to the pre-election day polls and punditry. According to poll numbers, Sho Dozono was holding Sam Adams under the 50 percent mark in the race for Portland mayor, and Steve Novick was consistently neck and […]
HARD TIMES!
Pullout: The Food Issue 2008
The Worst of Times
Pullout: The Food Issue 2008
The Ringer
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OUR FIRST ANNUAL CHEAP FOOD CHALLENGE
Pullout: The Food Issue 2008
Divot Dilemma
Jáce Gáce is the kind of ridiculous Portland mash-up that causes tourists to use words like “artsy,” “unique,” and “bizarre” when describing our city: The waffle stand/gallery/pub is going the distance to keep Portland weird. The problem is, weird isn’t always flavorful, even if it looks fantastic. The first difficulty Jáce Gáce presents is how […]
Working Lunch
Lunchtime. You’ve got 30 minutes, a couple bucks, and a feeling of emptiness. It’s not the crippling, emotional emptiness that you’ve grown accustomed to—it’s hunger. Something must be done. This is the ballad of the lunchtime café. Those nondescript little places open from 7 am to 3 pm, Monday through Friday, saving the blank-eyed proletariat […]
Fond of Fonda Rosa
Saturday night at a Southeast Portland Mexican restaurant that shall remain nameless. It’s packed. I’ve pushed my plate away in disgust, having eaten the worst fajita ever. It began lukewarm and gelatinous, it ended with a hair. Why, I wonder, do I subject myself to this cheese-smothered crap? Why are there so many people here […]
Cholesterol Cadillac
“I’m trying to cut down on fried chicken before noon,” drawls the young man sitting at my table. We’re in Pine State Biscuits’ cramped dining room. It’s just after 11 am. He nearly made it. Woe to the health-conscious biscuit acolyte who discovered Pine State at the Portland Farmers Market, yet could only indulge in […]
Red Hot!
You’re surrounded by Chicago Cubs paraphernalia and staring at the grungy convenience store across the street. A tall boy of Old Style sweats seductively beside you. The air is heavy with the scent of sauerkraut and encased meats. If you squint your eyes just right, you could imagine yourself in Chicago. But this is Wayne’s […]
