epic portland weekend

We drove up Friday night and immediately headed to a bar to watch Dan’s band the Grapefruit League. We met Libby, Erin, and a new friend Melissa at the show and of course it was all awesome. After the show we headed to Bunk Bar for the best bahn mi in the entire world - the pork belly bahn mi. It was so good that we all ordered two more sandwiches to share.

Saturday morning was a fun brunch at the Screen Door. Our favorite brunch spot in Portland!

this little corndog had a maple sausage inside. libby is excited.

We all ordered a sufficient amount of food and then naps were in order but not until after we all headed out to check out Dan and Vanessa’s mobile shop Wanderlust. I bought a rad vintage seersucker dress, a fun zipper pouch, and the most radical suitcase tote ever.

wanderlust

Then we were happy to meet up with Travis Ritter, who is now in Portland, at Mississippi studios for The Thermals show with free beer. It was MFNW and although we made no plans to really see any shows, seeing the Thermals was a nice treat thanks to a good friend who let us Seattle-ites come to the show for free.

Finally it was nap time.

For dinner we all checked out the food carts at SE 12th and Hawthorne. I had a philly cheese steak sandwich that was good but not awesome however I did finally get to try the poutine from potato champion and it was excellent. We went to Valentines and Rontom’s for drinks, both really great bars with good music and drink selections. Rontom’s has a huge outdoor patio that I love to spend time at then to Beaker & Flask for a night cap that turned into the bartender keeping the bar open for us and then this trouble.

we made the bartender put on jams for his performance

Libby’s exact quote to the bartender was “are you salty or just an asshole?” The bartender loved her and I think that’s why he kept the bar open for us. I had some delicious secret mezcal that made the night cap turn more into the drunk fest than I had not originally hoped for but it was all good. We all headed back to the 12th Street food carts (yes, return to the scene of the crime) and had pizza, this time eating the pizza and stumbling back to the house with Brian.


Sunday was a miracle when I woke up and didn't feel like death. We meandered through SE Portland with Vanessa and eventually hit up a chili pie cart for lunch. Okay - I'm saying it right here. eff the sno-cone. It's frito pie stand that I want to work on now.

It was a beautiful beautiful weekend with lovely friends.


Dear liver and bank account – I am so so sorry.
; )