EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE a restaurant comes along that seems as though it were conceived not by a committee of multiple owners, a chef, various financiers, an architect, a designer, an interior decorator, and a public relations executive, as many restaurants are, but by one person alone. A person …Read the Rest
MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE this winter was particularly cruel, but even though the sun and its warmth have finally arrived, I’m still struggling to come out of a discombobulating funk—one that, rather unfortunately, also got ahold of my taste buds. No matter what I ate, I didn’t really love any of …Read the Rest
IN THESE ANXIOUS TIMES—when restaurateurs pore over receipts like tarot card readers—we consumers play it safe. “Discretionary spending” starts to sound like a dirty word, and the thought of dropping a day’s wages on dinner gives us indigestion. Portland Monthly – Read More >
Living in Beaverton, sometimes I succumb to the idea that you have to go downtown Portland in order to eat at a really nice place or have a really nice meal. But that’s not actually true. Flyvemaskine Diaries – Read More>
The first time I went to a Black Bear Diner was about five years ago. My family and I were on our way to Sunriver and we stopped for lunch at the Bear in Madras. The first thing I smelled and saw when we walked in the door was a …Read the Rest
