The morning of our leave for Portland we had a quick breakfast at a busy bakery; whom I won’t mention their name, didn’t make half of our order with the other half incorrect. Afterwards we went down thru Pikes, let me highlight THRU. I didn’t even know there was a street on the other side with more shops leading down to the piers. Our friend wanted to show me the gift shop known for their unique historical items. The store is like Ripley’s Believe it or Not. Walking around with all the other tourists was either making us exhausted or just overwhelmed so we decided to go to grab a cocktail at a restaurant located on the pier.
When we sat down I noticed a couple behind us that caught my eye for a brief moment and within a few minutes a gentleman with a large camera started filming them. The adjacent table had a few people that seemed to be with the same party and I noticed a few of them had band tees. The camera guy had a tshirt from OK Bear and so I used my G1 phone to help me identify if they happened to be some members from the band.
The drive from Seattle to Portland is probably my favorite; regardless of me still not having my ipod to plug in the stereo. PDX always feels like home to me and when I was 15 miles outside of the area one of my favorite songs by The Cars came on the radio. It just seems to be one of those signs that happens when we are not even looking for it. 🙂
Our first hotel in Portland we stayed was the Governor Hotel located near the main shopping area in Southwest. During the time of our stay a television show was being filmed in the banquet rooms so there was limited parking around the building due to the production trailers. The front desk offered to book dinner reservations for a recommended sushi restaurant down the street. I wondered if this is how they do their referral service? We didn’t book the reservations at the time because we were unsure of our plans and the possibility of meeting with a good friend. Besides I like to go into businesses when I’m just a regular “Joe”, I wanted the full experience of the restaurant and service. Often times respect is given on different levels depending on what the other individuals set expectations based on social classes and popularity. If the restaurant knew I was staying at the Governor would the service have been different than us just walking in for dinner? I will save that for another marketing research project.
The restaurant was located on the upper level of one of the downtown buildings with a city loft atmosphere styled with the latest trend in interior design of the “unfinished” look. The receptionist from our hotel mentioned this was one of the popular modern type atmospheres for sushi in the area.
We ordered a few rolls accompanied with miso and edamame. This is the traditional order for me. I prefer a tempura of shrimp in my rolls to give it the added texture and I prefer it to be on the extra spicy side.
The spider and spicy eel are usually my two favorites but trying new restaurants I try to find similar items. The flavor of both of our rolls were really good and I don’t recall if one was the volcano, but made a presentation on the plated with a small piece of a hollow cucumber embracing a flame.
After dinner I drove over to the eastside for a visit with a best friend. We stopped at a hole in the wall for a few drinks and accomplished some photography on our walk. On our way down he was showing me a few tricks with his new Nikon d50. As we are standing in the street and cars were driving by slowly, I felt the anticipation arises for the reaction of other residents in the area wherever we ended up. This reminded me of the possibility of us getting kicked out of the bar we were headed to, as I reminisced about the old days. My friend loves photography and carries his camera everywhere, so pictures are constantly being taken. A few years ago we went to a punk bar in the Tacoma area and the bartender felt uncomfortable that he was using the facility as somewhat of a photoshoot. Turns out we didn’t even end up using the camera the rest of the night.