RogueFood Talk

[bbqboy]

you talkin' about the morning one, because that's my last communique....

[i95]

I just sent, again, via PM...




...along with the cold fusion formula.

[Mr Chips]

Places to eat between Portland and Multnomah Falls:

Tad's Chicken and Dumpling(reviewed in Roadfood books) overlooking the Sandy River on the old Columbia River Highway close to Troutdale-Seafood dishes and another easy to guess specialty
Multnomah Falls Lodge- Okay but too pricey for me

McMenamin's Edgefield- The former Multnomah county poor farm remodeled in to a mini- resort.


Multnomah Falls is so close to Portland that I would just eat in Portland.

[i95]

[clothier]

by the way, Mr 95,

Have a great freaking time!

[i95]

A visual premonition of the first time meeting of bbqboy, i95 and
Mr. Chips in the Pacific Northwest next week:

[The Goddess]

Which one is the chick? bbqboy?

[i95]

Which one is the chick?

Clearly, the one about to fly off the handle .




















:tongue:

[The Goddess]

Nice.

Bastard.

[i95]

Nelson says...







:tongue:

[i95]

OREGON REPORT:


While my recent sojourn to the Pacific Northwest gave me just 36 hours on the ground specifically in Portland, Oregon, the truth is I only had eight contiguous hours to strike out on my own, however, what a perfect eight hours it was this past Monday as -- influenced greatly by recent Portland visits and reports made by both wanderingjew and Goldelise as well as local experts bbqboy and Mr. Chips -- such included:




Dan and Louis Oyster Bar
208 SW Ankeny Street
Portland, Oregon 97204
503 / 227-5906

Lunch at the venerable, century-old (this year) oyster bar billed as the "oldest family owned restaurant in town" and located on Portland's nearly hidden Ankeny Street. If there ever was a RogueFood Hall of Fame, this place would get in on the first ballot. In as much and in that this epicurean institution has already been written up both on this and TOS, I'll be succinct in letting you know that the fresh cod fish sandwich I had there was simply perfect and only made even more so by the kitschy albeit inviting surroundings.





Multnomah Falls
Located off Interstate 84 or on the Historic Columbia River Highway (Oregon Highway 30)
503 / 695-2372

Lunch at Dan & Louis was followed by a 30-mile, rental car drive east toward the Cascade Mountain Range of mountains (specifically Mount Hood) and into the breathtaking Columbia River Gorge -- a river canyon through said Cascade Mountain Range. My specific destination was the second highest, year-round waterfall in the U.S. otherwise known as Multnomah Falls. The 620-foot high falls are easily accessed off of I-84 (no relation :wink: ) and are actually Oregon's number one tourist destination. The two-and-a-half mile roundtrip hike up to the top of said falls sure looked like a cake walk until you realized that it is virtually a cartoon-like, switchback trail right up the friggin' mountain thereby putting you walking at about a 50-degree angle constantly until you reached the top. The view, however, is well worth it as such is this. (BTW, other, at least, geological sites that you pass en route to Multnomah Falls from Portland include both Rooster Rock and Crown Point, FYI.)





Jake's Famous Crawfish
401 SW 12th Avenue
Portland, Oregon 97205
503 / 226-1419

Then it was a sore-legged return to the city of Portland and a much looked-forward-to dinner at the more than century-old Jake's Famous Crawfish -- the predecessor to the McCormick & Schmick's chain ( :ohmy: ). And whom should I meet at this Pacific Northwest, fresh fish mecca but none other than Portland's "Prince of Provisions," Mr. Chips and his child bride, "trudyn." (bbqboy was also supposed to meet us but some garbled message from him about bail money, second mortgage, blah, blah, blah was lost on me.) Mr. Chips was the first to arrive and so we sat in Jake's convivial bar area feasting on both microbrews (me -- most notably a pint of Bend, Oregon's Deschutes Brewery's delicious Mirror Pond Pale Ale). Most notably shared and enjoyed were a couple of orders of Jake's fantastic salmon cakes (which wanderingjew also referenced in the above hyperlink and whose photo of the same I will steal and post here if just for the obvious drool-inducing factor:)




Later, Trudy joined us and all three of us enjoyed a highly-conversational and enjoyable meal made even more pleasurable by Mr. C and I both ordering that night's special, a perfectly grilled fillet of locally caught sturgeon. Trudy ordered the salmon and all parties remarked at what perfectly prepared fish dishes they were enjoying. After dinner and over coffee, the jocular conversation continued with much of the same focused on the making fun of posters like Judge Traveling Man ( :tongue: ). Truth be told, Mr. Chips and Trudy proved wonderful dining companions and their knowledge and enthusiasm of all things Oregonian was both appreciated if not contagious. They are the PERFECT couple to consult if anyone else is planning a trip to this country's 33rd state.

Finally and before the evening was over, and after saying (wait for it...wait for it), "Goodbye, Mr. Chips," it was a quick cab ride over to what MSN recently hailed (see separate thread) as a "hipster-friendly hole-in-the-wall in downtown Portland (which) tests sensory limits with super-sweet (and often adult-themed) creations, bright colors and guilty childhood pleasures—just try getting through the Captain Crunch doughnut without succumbing to sugar shock" otherwise known as:




Voodoo Doughnut
22 SW 3rd Avenue
Portland, Oregon
503 / 241-4704

The goal here was to find something to bring home for the kids. A Voodoo Doughnut baby doll t-shirt proclaiming that "Good Things Come in Pink Boxes"? Um, no. A black, concert-like t-shirt with a skeleton protuding from a doughnut hole with the heading that "the magic is in the hole." Yeah...no. A box of "Voodoo Doll" doughnuts each resembling, well, a voodoo doll including an inserted pretzel in the doll's midsection serving as a "pin" and filled with (you guessed it) raspberry jelly to simulate, well, you can only guess?...




...priceless!

And while I'm pretty sure that the multi-pierced girl working the counter that night thought it was a raid as I walked my sport-coated self into the goth establishment that night, the end result was a box of safely transported, "blood-filled," yeast-raised voodoo dolls that were thoroughly enjoyed by three east coast kids last night (and much to their mother's chagrin).


All in all, a pretty darn good eight hours in the City of Roses.




:smile:

[The Goddess]

You didn't have the waiter take a picture of the three of you at Jake's? Sheesh.

Nice write-up, Mr. 95.

[i95]

You didn't have the waiter take a picture of the three of you at Jake's? Sheesh.

Actually, we did. Sorry that I forgot to post it. Here it is:




That's me on the left, Trudy in the middle and Mr. Chips on the right with all the cleavage. (He's such a ######.)


FYI.

[Judge Traveling ...]

Damn....ol' Chips got a lot better looking since the last time I saw him in Orlando!

I have kept this a virtual secret, so far, but I, too, will be heading out west to Portland and Seattle again this fall. My schedule is not firmed up, but it looks like I will be around sometime near 1 November in the PDX and Sunday through maybe Tuesday of that week in SEA.

[i95]

One thing's for sure: said doughuts
sure the Hell didn't come from here:




:ohmy: :ohmy: :ninja:

[pastrami-on-wry]

Maybe so, but don't you think they'd be just yummy with a heapin' bowl of:

[BasicMarinWheels]

That's sad bbqboy flaked. I was counting on him for the fashion report.

Since Mr. Chips always takes the highest road available, I'm begging Trudyn to come back and tell us about i95's shirt and sport coat.

I know we have a whole thread on this guy, but I'm thinking this was the look for that special evening with the two of you.

[i95]

...but I'm thinking this was the look for that special evening with the two of you.

Way off. Much hipper.

Think a demented Tony
Curtis circa 1952.

Think:




That's right. I'm the man. :cool:

[bbqboy]

That's sad bbqboy flaked. I was counting on him for the fashion report.

Since Mr. Chips always takes the highest road available, I'm begging Trudyn to come back and tell us about i95's shirt and sport coat.

I know we have a whole thread on this guy, but I'm thinking this was the look for that special evening with the two of you.

I didn't flake. My son had his first HS open house, which I wasn't informed of til Friday afternoon. I was still tryin' to get out of it Monday Morning, but alas,
It takes a while to drive 300 mles and I ran out of whining time.
I had my outfit all picked out though:

[i95]

Two things:

(1) In terms of full disclosure, bbqboy graciously called me in advance of our dinner with Mr. Chips & Trudy and told me of his conflict. So the bottom-line here is that while he didn't "flake", such, alone, doesn't necessarily not make him a flake. :tongue:

(2) Love the outfit, bbqboy. However, such would've been far more appropriate had you been meeting-up with wanderingjew as there is simply no disguising a sexy sheep in wolf's clothing for him. :wink: