In 1994, I had my first dinner at Ringside, yet I remember the night like it was yesterday. It was a cool, crisp winter evening. I wanted to impress a date, and knowing nothing about the Portland food scene, was told it would be a safe bet. Going inside was like stepping into a steakhouse circa 1960. It was dark and clubby with deep padded booths. A large fireplace took up the center of the room, the fire pushing back the winter chill. Autographed photos of various celebrities lined the walls. I kept looking around, expecting to see the “Rat Pack” drinking it up in the next booth. Attentive tuxedo-clad waiters did their best to make us feel special. The food was good, the date went well, and when we walked back out into the night, it had snowed several inches – the first snowfall I’d ever seen. Portland Food and Drink – Read More>
