Fearless Critic

I lived in Portland in the late 1960s and some of my haunts still stand, like “The Original Pancake House” at the end of the Ross Island Bridge. It seems like my group were pretty much unemployed and we’d hang there eating pancakes, drinking endless cups coffee (free refills) and smoking cigarette after cigarette. Ah, fond memories hack, hack.
Restaurant venues in those days were blue collar American: Burger joints; pizzerias; breakfast chains; steak houses; bar food at taverns; one Greek cantina; fish houses; and “Chinese” – mainstream version of Mandarin. Taco Bells were just opening up and Mexican food was new to me and probably most of Portland, it seemed exotic, and I’m talking Taco Bell here. Go ahead and laugh.
In the ensuing 40 years good food has made it to Portland and I make it a point to try new places when I visit my daughter. We had some very good Turkish food for cheap, cheap, cheap on my last visit. She taught a course in Thailand a few years back so we’ve been frequenting Thai restaurants looking for the perfect green mango sticky rice dessert.
I’ve ordered this first edition restaurant guide for her birthday next week which “features brutally honest full-page reviews of 300 restaurants, coffee shops, food carts, and food stores”. I so love it when I buy someone a gift and it benefits me too! Is that selfish? Or just fortuitous?
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Happy New Year...
Happy New year!
ha!
have fun putting those reviews to the test