To celebrate nine years of marriage (man, that seems like a long time...in a very good way) a few weeks ago we headed to Portland for a long weekend. Finding myself with a free afternoon and no responsibilities was immensely liberating. I hopped on the Max and sped downtown. From there I wandered through the Pearl District to the Museum of Contemporary Craft. Then of course to Powell's where I bought myself a new cookbook. My meandering path led me to the most beautiful Whole Foods ever, where I selected a few choice hotel room snacks, then back on the rail car, where I hopped off to breeze through a very fancy yarn store.
That night we dined at Beast. The six course dinner with wine pairing was so perfect, so delicious, so very decadent and slow in a down-to-earth sort of way that we did not even blink at the atronomical bill. (Before dinner we had a drink at a sushi joint down the street. Very hip with those glass garage style doors open to the warm evening. I had a cocktail of fresh ginger, lime, vodka, and prosecco. Fantastic.)
The next night we met a friend for drinks at Clyde Common, then followed his recommendation for a casual dinner in Old Town at Ping. (The skewered quail eggs wrapped in bacon and grilled are not to be missed.)