I am a lucky lady.
Mom called me last week to tell me that she had a free weekend (or made her weekend free) and was coming to visit me! J and Grammy were able to fit in a girls’ weekend as well. Now that’s a party! 3 generations of related ladies! Needless to say, we had some adventures.
First up to bat was Mother’s Bistro for Sunday Brunch. I though it fitting considering my sis, Mother, and Grandmother were visiting 😉
Fixed into an old building right in the heart of downtown Portland is the location for this hoppin’ local favorite. When I called to make a reservation, I was promptly informed by an automated message that “Due to the popularity of our brunch hour, we can no longer accept reservations.” Well then…I suppose we’ll just have to show up and see what happens.
Ok, no sugar-coating. We waited for an hour and fifteen minutes. I was not amused. But brunch was triple YUM!
Try not to lick the screen.
They basically had to roll me out of the building, I was so stuffed! But as Winnie the Pooh would say, “I’m short and fat and proud of that!”
Following our chow-fest, we moved on to Powell’s city of books, and then to NW 23rd for more shopping.
And then to Portland City Grill (my new favorite) for Happy Hour (my favorite hour).
Margaritas, Parmesan fries, Kung Pow calamari (duh), and Basil Chicken.
And then home to enjoy company and the gorgeous tulips that are sprouting up EVERYWHERE. Lovely.
Now go call your mother!