A Blog about everything weird that happens while you eat
La Villa, my favorite falafel stand run by Brazilians, has been sold.
3/10/07 UPDATE
This is a cam-phone picture of the note on the door.
to save you the squinting:
Notice
La Villa Restaraunt has been sold. Thank you to all our customers who have been suporting us all these years. We will miss you very much. [...]
My favorite dining companion and I met for happy hour at Maiden in the Mist yesterday, the new restaurant that has replaced the pitiful Sun Rice Vegetarian Chinese restaurant. The Owner is Sheila Baraga, of Empire Room and Sapphire Hotel fame.
Note: originally posted may 9th, 2006. see end of post for update.
The first impression of this place, which is in the center of Garlic Gulch @ SE 9th and Yamhill, was, um, weird. Parked directly in front of the door when I walked in was an obese, bored-looking palm reader.
The place is rough, the [...]
A funny thing happened on Labor Day, The red sox won a game. Don’t believe me? Here’s the box score.
An even funnier thing happened on Tuesday, the red sox won another game, and I watched it at the Brooklyn Park Pub, on SE milwaukie, just south of Powell. Previously the spot of the [...]
I spotted the ‘coming soon’ signs months and months ago. I knew it was coming even before then, from a link on extramsg’s frontpage. It’s called Kinta, and it occupies the corner spot of a new mixed-use condoplex on SE Belmont and 34th, across from the Avalon, my favorite place to smuggle beer [...]
Act I- We all live in a green potato
My friends are in a band called the Jigsaw Gentlemen, one of the awesomest bands in Portland. They were playing a show at the Know, on Alberta and NE 21st. The beloved Jig Gents are breaking up (and breaking my heart. I suggest reading the [...]
Review in Haiku (idea from portlandfood.org)
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slammers is a bar
with the strangest bartender
alive in portland
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Slammers, 9th and sandy. In an old house that hasn’t aged well, to the point of load bearing kitsh on the walls and ceiling. ATM dispenses tubes of money. Internet Jukeboxes, I’ve found, are invitations for people with bad [...]
In the words of a good, old friend of mine,
“drinking is not all I think about, my interest is purely an academic one which requires much research.”
I live in Lower Buckman, near Garlic Gulch. I recently spotted the acronym ‘LoBu’ to describe lower Burnside; despite our weekly publications’ intense desire to make Portland into [...]
Bayleaf is a new vegetarian restaurant on 47th and division. They built their own building, complete with parking (a fucking rarity ’round here). Everything about this restaurant bothers me in some small way–but not enough to really care. The building is bland, inside and out, of stripmall-style construction and green tea paint [...]
So Billy’s Dad bailed on the first attempt at sunday supper club revitalization. Too bad, since he had grand designs about where he wanted to go, but these things happen. He’s got the bird flu or something similar. Big-L and I hit up Pho Van on hawthorne, which just opened.