Grillin
Stuff we’ve been grilling.
Of course, we end with a picture of the cat.
Known Quantities
So, here are the places we went with friends last night:
The Pix on Division.
Hazel and I have, in the past, made several concerted efforts to love The Matchbox. It’s fairly close to us, and its cocktails vary from pretty good to quite good. Also, the house drinks are all enormous. The service, however, is pretty shoddy, even by Portland’s rather relaxed standards, and through the filter of forgiveness provided by my many years in service. Also, everything we have gotten to eat there has been pretty unremarkable. It does, however, make a totally suitable place to sit while you wait for a table at Pok Pok.
Pok Pok is hilariously set up. I’m not sure if it’s the result of whimsy or expedient, but by the time you get to your seat in that place you’re expecting to be seated next to a guy with a bull’s head. We were very happy with both the beverages and the snacks there. I guess I had one quibble, which is that I got a negroni that was a bit heavy on the Campari. Campari is a real nuance killer, so you have to ration it rather closely in mixed drinks. Once you’re over the line, no amount of punt e mes is going to bring you back, and the whole thing may as well have been Campari and soda. Which I guess is great for sixty year old Italian ladies, or something. Also, whole fish is almost always awesome (alliteration!)
Pix is, of course, very charming. The one we went to is a bit close, which was exacerbated last night by the fact that approximately 8 MILLION people were in there clamoring for confections of various kinds. I have been made to understand that the proprietor of the Pix empire is trying to unload it. While it definitely seems like a low-margin store, this is probably more of a too-much-work problem more than it is a not-enough-money-problem. I hope that the outcome to this situation is that things stay largely as they are, which is, I suppose, a positive sign in itself.
Don’t Taze Me, Broder
As huge fans of The Savoy, we’ve been sort of offhandedly considering going to Broder for a while now. In fact, we tried to go there Friday night, but they aren’t open for dinner any more. Hard times all around.
Instead, we went for brunch on Sunday. It was very nice.
As you can see, there’s a bit of a premium on presentation. You might also notice that compared to the somewhat ridiculous portions shoveled at you from any kitchen running before about 4 in the afternoon, there’s a reasonably edible quantity of food here.
The other good thing about the food is that it’s, well, good. Or “well good,” if I were some old limey. At any rate, things were definitely delicious, and having acorn squash instead of potatoes is a cool idea (not that I have anything against potatoes, but variety is the metaphor of cliches, or something.) The bloody mary there is also excellent, although it had a lot of straw-blocking stuff floating around in the bottom of it.
Also, we sat at a counter facing the tiny kitchen, and the one guy who they had doing all the grill work was a real titan. At any rate, we were deeply pleased. The end.