My family came to visit! For the first time ever, they were all here at the same time. I love these people. Because they’re just like me. I’m kidding. I love em cause they’re not like me (…at least not all the time). Here’s what we did when “we” weren’t seeing my show too many times for one weekend:
When my Dad finally drew the line at too much shopping (is there such a thing?!), we struck out into the wildnerness to hike Multnomah Falls. A train passing through, Coho Salmon in the river… perfection.
There were burritos. La Bonita, I carry you in my heart. And my thighs until I get back into kickboxing more regularly – but MAINLY my heart.
There was also an incident with a S’mores Waffle (sweet pancakes, did we add ice cream to it too?) from Flavour Spot.
Then there was this little gem on Mississippi – which is full of brilliant vintage shops, breweries, cafes and boutiques – but this place stands out to me. As a magical land of salt, chocolate… and efflorescence. (I had to look that up and even now I’m not sure it’s right, here.) The Meadow.
There was a mysterious trip through Powell’s…
And the grand finale… the long anticipated late-nite visit to Potato Champion. Get outta town poutine. And perfect pommes frites to smother in delicious sauces. Even on a cold and rainy Saturday nite, it was killer people watching. My sister and I always say that we eat our way through Portland when she visits every year. But it’s true. Portland is so foodie-licious, we just can’t help ourselves.