Portland is a city of diversity.
I see people of different races and different religions wherever I go.
The children are all the same – playing in the parks and stopping to pet Ginny.
The adults welcome me into their homes or their businesses with courtesy and respect.
Quirky, fun, happy!
Delicious food!
It’s no wonder that Beeswing has become one of my favorite places for breakfast and lunch.
I like it so much that I have eaten there four Sundays in a row! Continue reading “Beeswing Restaurant”
Early church service at 8 A.M.
It was good to participate.
I left right after communion as I was emotionally spent.
Still adjusting. Still coping. Still grieving. Just Walkin’ Continue reading “Literary Drinking”
We are in shock in Portland over the murder of two men and the wounding of another man.
These were men who stood up to a man verbally assaulting two young women on public transit. *
Continue reading “The Streets of Portland”
For years, I have heard about how wonderful the food is at the Original Pancake House in Portland. Even so, I never have set foot in one.
Until I was in Birmingham, Alabama.
That’s right. Rather than go to the one a few miles from my house, I waited until I was on the other side of the country to try one.
My breakfast was scrambled eggs and Canadian bacon. So tasty.
I never get my hopes up when it comes to scrambled eggs in a restaurant knowing they can be cooked from dry to runny.
These eggs were perfection. Scrambled light and fluffy. I wish I had some right now!
My companions had pancakes, over easy eggs, and corned beef hash.
They were pleased with their food also. We all belonged to the “clean plate club”!
The service was excellent too which made it a perfect place to eat.
I was curious as to the difference between the two restaurants.
Could both just happen to have the same name?
I looked up the Portland one on the Internet.
“The Original Pancake House was founded in Portland, Oregon in 1953 by Les Highet and Erma Hueneke. Drawing upon their many years of experience in the culinary field, and their extensive working knowledge of authentic national and ethnic pancake recipes they were able to offer without compromise this unique and original menu which has gained national acclaim. The Original Pancake House is a second and third generation family business, which takes great pride in maintaining the high standards that make our food so outstanding. We now have over one hundred franchises from coast to coast, which have won local and national acclaim. Our recipes demand only the very finest of ingredients, such as 93 score butter, pure 36% whipping cream, fresh grade AA eggs, hard wheat unbleached flour, and our own recipe sourdough starter. Our batters and sauces are made fresh in each restaurant’s kitchen.” Original Pancake House
The Birmingham one was listed as part of the chain.
So, now I will have to try the local one and see if it measures up to its satellite in Birmingham. I hope so.
As much as I liked Birmingham, it is a long way to go for breakfast!
While walking around on a lovely spring day in Portland, Oregon…
“My work seeks to explore the intangible in nature suggesting that what is unseen is just as important as what is seen!” Riis Burwell
Heading for coffee and a respite in the sunshine I saw this sign on several front lawns.
Three weeks of glorious weather.
Three weeks of shorts and tee shirts.
Three weeks of coffee on the porch in the morning.
Three weeks of happy hour on the porch in early evening.
My recent flights from Portland to Atlanta and on to Alabama afforded ample time to think.
It was a case of two planes, no trains, and one automobile. Twelve exhausting hours.
Here are my coffee-stimulated, waiting room, intercom inspired thoughts.
I love the whimsical ambiance of Dan Wei Canting.*
I go for the fantastic food but enjoy the atmosphere.
The staff is friendly and attentive.
It was a great place for an early dinner recently.
It was raining and I had just seen a powerful, one-person play “Golda Meir”.
I was ready to exhale and relax.
There is nothing more glorious in the Pacific Northwest than when the sun shows its face.
Rain, rain, rain and then a sunny day to end the weekend.
Walking, I encountered a festive air among people on the sidewalks and at sidewalk cafes. It was chilly but that did not stop sun deprived Oregonians from sitting outside sipping their lattes. Continue reading “Walkin’ in Sunshine!”
