Today, we feasted.
Under the rolling thunder of Portland’s torrential downpour, I sat with my books and friends spread around me, happy for shelter from the storm. We found ourselves at Arbor Lodge in North East Portland on this fine day doing what an average summer school captive might do: study, and consume ungodly amounts of caffeine. I am quite particular about my coffee: nothing too acidic, black to the point of chew-ability, and aromatic enough to make me believe that I’m buried deep within the Earth somewhere beneath Colombia or Nicaragua. With the weather being as extreme as it would be, my coffee choice took on a more “demure” nature, that of the soy latte. I was impressed with the quality. Local coffee roasters, a staff that looks like it fell out of a Jack London novel, and tables big enough to encompass all of the nursing books on the planet, and my dinosaur laptop? I think I could settle here for awhile. Well done North East, well done.
We then ventured off to dinner to catch up with some graduated friends. Let me tell you….5 women, all with fairly developed palates, can often run into trouble when choosing a suitable restaurant. We, however, did reach a conclusion.
Radio Room. American Food. The title given to restaurants when everything and its mother is on the menu.
Don’t get me wrong, the food was delicious. But perhaps we shouldn’t give me too much credit, I was ravenously hungry. So hungry, in fact, that I was eating relish on a celery stalk as a snack. But let us not delve too deep into the realm of college cooking on a budget. Back to Radio Room.
The decor was very compelling. A collection of works from local artists. The place itself was dark, but the walls were alive with color and with shapes! I ordered polenta cakes with mahi mahi tacos (it was happy hour, A.K.A. cheap food! How could I resist ordering two separate meals?). Well, keeping this short and to the point, the place was pretty darn good. The atmosphere was inviting, I imagine if we had arrived two hours later, the place would have been packed, even for a Thursday. If you’re in Portland, give it a go (or any place on Alberta St. for that matter, I’ve never been let down. Pine State Biscuit, Grilled Cheese Grill, Salt & Straw, Petite Provence, all wonderful).
To hope and madness, Lauren.