Four Days in Portland

Recently I had the good fortune to be sent to Portland, Oregon, to attend an editing conference for work. The conference was on a Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, so I flew in Wednesday evening and stayed through Sunday morning. Work paid for my food and hotel through most of Saturday and my flights, so I was able to see a new town (one I’ve been wanting to visit for years!) for only the cost of a hotel room on Saturday night, a few extra meals, drinks, sightseeing, and souvenirs. AND it was sunny and in the 70s the whole time I was there. AND my friend Michele was coming to visit on Saturday. Luck was definitely on my side!

I rarely get to travel for work, but when I do I try to add an extra night or two at my expense when possible. Flights tend to be the biggest expense, so if someone else is covering that for you, take advantage! I won’t bore y’all with details of the conference (although if anyone wants to know about it, I will happily nerd out with you) other than to give you the bare bones as a backdrop for my experience in Portland. The conference was in a Hilton downtown, which was also where my company put me up Wednesday through Friday nights, meaning I could walk around the downtown area super easily. Also, the conference included a dinner on Friday night, but no other meals, so I got to try a bunch of different restaurants.

Day One (Half)

After an easy, direct flight but a painfully expensive cab ride from the airport to the hotel (pro tip: take the train!), I dropped off my bag in my room around 8 pm and headed right back out. I had looked up restaurants and breweries before I left Austin (Portland has more microbreweries than any other U.S. city), so I knew exactly where I was going: Deschutes Brewery in the Pearl, an area just north of downtown. It was a ten- or fifteen-minute walk from my hotel and the weather was perfect.

Deschutes

The restaurant was packed and I waited about 15 minutes for a table next to a vacationing family who kept staring at me. At one point I heard the dad tell his daughters I looked sad and lonely (I wasn’t; I was eagerly picking out beers to try). It seemed like the sort of parenting fail that’s probably going to keep those girls from being very adventurous, but I might not be a good source of parenting advice, not having any kids and all. My waiter was terrible, too, but otherwise the experience was great. For less than the price of two beers I got a flight of six different Deschutes brews (Theory of Sourtivity was my fave, but I’ve been on a sour-beer kick recently and admit it’s not for everyone).

Even more exciting for me was dinner. I’ve been a vegetarian for 22 years, but for the last year or so I kept toying with the idea of adding seafood into my diet. So, I took the plunge! Deschutes had a crab roll on the menu, and it sounded too delicious not to try. Plus, it didn’t seem too seafood-y for my first meal back. And damn if it wasn’t one of the best things I’ve eaten in recent memory. Obviously I don’t have much to compare it to, but I’d highly recommend it to anyone visiting.

Random pretty building

After dinner, I strolled back to the hotel and walked by a semi-homeless artist or musician, Powell’s bookstore (the one place on my must-see list that I didn’t make it to, which feels like a huge failure considering I was at a conference for people who read for a living and it’s all anyone was talking about), another semi-homeless artist or musician, a building with really pretty lights on it, and a gaggle of semi-homeless artists or musicians. Finally it dawned on me: there were more “homeless to be cool or to live more authentically, but not out of necessity” people in Portland than I have ever seen in one place before. And I’ve been to lots of places. It seems to be a subculture that springs out of predominately middle-class, white enclaves (I’m a sociology expert now as well as a parenting expert), so I wasn’t surprised to see so many of them in Portland once I thought about it. I just hadn’t really anticipated it.

Day Two

Maurice

The next morning I had breakfast at the hotel (I thought breakfast would be included in the conference so I hadn’t researched any options at that point), learned some stuff, and then headed north during my lunch break. I had read about a quaint French bakery called Maurice and decided it would be my first lunch in Portland. It was every bit as adorable as I was hoping, and my meal (risotto and lemon soufflé pudding cake) was delicious. A woman who I think was the owner/head chef made my risotto directly in front of my seat at the counter in an old-timey, French-country-looking pot and asked with genuine interest how I liked it after I finished eating. So, so charming.

I took the long way back to the hotel and walked along the river. It was a nice, open space with people biking, jogging, and just walking around on their lunch break like me. And did I mention it was sunny and in the 70s?

I spent the afternoon engrossed by editorial wisdom and then hobnobbed with a few fellow editors at the hotel bar for happy hour. Ever the introvert, though, I politely (or so I hope) ducked out for dinner by myself, hoping it wasn’t obvious that I was intentionally not inviting anyone to join me. I had a couple brewpubs on list, and I decided to try Old Town Brewing because it was near the Lan Su Chinese Gardens, which was also on my must-see list. The plan was to walk over to the Gardens with about an hour of daylight left, wander around inside, and then pop over to Old Town. It was only about a twenty-minute walk and I was going to see Chinatown. Long story short, that didn’t work out and I just went to Old Town.

Old Town and Chinatown

I ordered the Old Town Pils and learned that beer isn’t brewed onsite, but it’s still a local beer, just brewed at a different Old Town in Portland. I had a chatty bartender, which was perfect for the mood I was in: wanting to talk when it was easy without being obligated to carry on a conversation. There were two other people at the bar, not together, who seemed to be in the same mood as me, so we all chatted while I ate my (giant and surprisingly tasty) Caprese sandwich. I learned about heroin’s recent comeback in the area, the Portland basketball team, and the bar's sordid history relating to the Chinatown slave trade. Bartenders used to get people drunk and open a trap door under the bar stools that dropped the drunkards into underground tunnels, where slave-traders would carry them to ships waiting to take them to China and a life of slavery. I did not order a second beer.

By the time I was done eating it was too dark to visit the gardens so I said goodbye to my bar buddies and headed back to the hotel. I walked by Voodoo Donuts on the way but the line was too long and we have one in Austin now anyway. I also walked by the Chinatown arch but there were so many homeless and semi-homeless people around it that my photo is terrible. Then it was a quiet night and early to bed. I was there for work, after all.

Day Three

Imperial

The next morning I still hadn’t looked up breakfast places nearby, so I grabbed a bagel and coffee from the hotel restaurant. For lunch I went to Imperial, a restaurant in a trendy hotel downtown, just a few blocks from the Hilton. It kept popping up in my searches as one of the best restaurants in town and the chef seemed to be a celebrity on the Portland food scene, so I was excited to try it. I was so taken in by all the hype about it that I made a reservation online. For lunch, for one. I know. But, I had a limited window and it was Friday and it was the most popular restaurant in town, so I couldn’t risk it! When I arrived there were open tables and tons of room at the bar, so I asked to sit at the bar without telling the hostess I had a reservation. Pro tip: if you take some very lame, type-A precaution like this while traveling, and it turns out to be unwarranted, no one needs to know (unless you write it in a blog).  

Imperial was stylish and looked cool, and the food was good, but nothing was as amazing as everyone made it out to be. Maybe it was because I ordered simple food (kale salad and a roll), but it didn’t live up to my expectations. I’m glad I checked it out, but Maurice was so much better in every aspect of the experience.

Lan Su Chinese Gardens

After lunch I had enough time to go back to Chinatown and see the Lan Su Chinese Gardens. It cost almost $10 but I’m always willing to pay for gardens in new cities. It was peaceful and beautiful and a mini-oasis surrounded by city architecture. But then it was back to the Hilton to learn more, followed by another informal networking happy hour at the bar. It was banquet night, so I headed down with my networking friend Gina and grabbed spots at a table in the giant ballroom. The food was just okay and it was a cash bar, but one of my table-mates was an editor of Christian romance novels, so that kept things interesting. To close out the night Kory Stamper gave a keynote speech. She’s the editor of Merriam-Webster and a major celebrity among editors. (She seemed super cool, btw.) It was a fun night even if I didn’t leave the hotel.

Day Four

Mother's Bistro

I finally did a little breakfast research and headed over to Mother’s Bistro in the morning. I got there right as it opened because I read that it fills up quickly. I sat at the bar and watched more and more people squeeze through the door as a wait formed, then happily ordered cereal-encrusted French toast. There were two other ladies next to me at the bar and we became buddies. One was attending the same conference I was, and the other was attending a printmaking-artist convention. They were both in their fifties, one early and one late. I glimpsed my future as they discussed how good the fabric stores in Portland were compared to their hometowns.

For my lunch break I headed straight for the river and the Saturday Market. Blocks and blocks heading west toward downtown from the waterfront were taken over by vendor stalls selling prepared food and all the hallmarks of a craft market: jewelry, soap, various forms of art, purses made from recycled jeans, and lots of crystals. My kind of place. I bought a handmade necklace and a purple tank top with an elephant on it. On my way back I walked by Huber’s for probably the twentieth time and decided to have lunch there, solely based on the sign outside saying it was Portland’s oldest restaurant. Meh. It was nice and old-fashioned-looking inside, but the bartender couldn’t have cared less about bringing me anything and what I finally got was mediocre. However, they have a “famous” flaming coffee cocktail that I didn’t order; maybe if I had I would’ve left with a different impression.

Huber's

A couple afternoon sessions later, I was officially on vacation! I had about eight hours of unfettered adventuring in front of me before I would just start falling asleep wherever I was (because I’m old and my body loves sleep more than anything else in the world), and I was going to live it up! First, I wheeled my suitcase about ten blocks south to the cheap hotel I booked by the university. Work was no longer covering my bills, and the Hilton was way too fancy for my checking account.

Michele had been working in Seattle that week and was driving down to hang out for the night. She met me at the hotel and we immediately headed back out. Mish used to live in Portland and was happy to get me out of downtown to see “real” Portland. We hopped in her rental car and headed east across the river. I’m pretty sure we went to three distinct neighborhoods: Mississippi, not sure, and Hawthorne …sorry I can’t remember the middle one.

Ecliptic spread

First she drove us to Mississippi and we went to a brewery (Ecliptic) with perfectly fine beer and delicious snacks. Then we walked down to a bar in a pink house called Liberty Glass Bar. Ecliptic was a little too stark and warehouse-like for my taste, but Liberty was perfect. We sat outside under a vine-covered awning for another drink but time was limited and we had to keep moving. Next was White Eagle, further down the road. It used to be a brothel but now it’s a bar, live-music venue, and hostel. They serve pink beer. One of us ordered one. One of us loved it.

Happy with my life choices

After our beers it was time for dinner, so Michele drove us to the neighborhood whose name I can’t remember to an old school that’s been turned into an adult-fun complex and hotel. Mish informed me that it and the White Eagle are owned by McMenanims, a brewery and real estate investment company that finds old, dilapidated buildings around Portland and turns them into cool places to sell their beer. She also told me they’re better at creating cool bars than making good beer.

The Kennedy School had a full restaurant and lots of little bars scattered around the building, along with a theater. I embraced my new pescatarian side and ordered lobster mac and cheese, and … dang. It’s the richest thing I can remember eating, I think ever. We walked around the whole school to see everything they had (and almost crashed a wedding), but then we had to keep moving.

Backstage

We drove to Hawthorne, parked a couple houses down from the one Mish lived in while she was in Portland, and walked around the corner to our final McMenamins bar of the night: Backstage. This one used to be the backstage of a live theater (that part is a movie theater now), and they kept the high ceilings and catwalk. We had a couple drinks and played shuffleboard, but then my internal clock started telling me it was time for bed. Michele took the hint when I couldn’t stop yawning and we headed back to the hotel, but decided to have one last nightcap before bed, since there was a bar right next door. Besides, we only see each other a couple times a year and we were still catching up. But then it was off to bed, up early to go to the airport, and my Portland experience was over.

It was such a short trip, and I know there are so many areas of the city I haven’t even seen, so I’d love to go back, especially with some time to hike. It’s so green and beautiful that I instantly wanted to move there as we flew in, and I still think it would be a nice place to live. Although Michele insists that it really does rain all the time, so I’m not sure. But I’d definitely be up for another trip (and more of Portland’s delicious food and beer) to continue forming my opinion.

Training for Kilimanjaro

How does a lazy woman whose favorite pastime is sleeping train to hike Mount Kilimanjaro? If it were up to me, the answer would be not to train. I like to think I maintain a mostly healthy lifestyle, and I read first-person accounts about how Kili isn’t too challenging of a hike (I ignore accounts that take a different stance), so if it was up to me, I’d just keep doing what I do—exercising (usually jogging, swimming, Body Pump, yoga, or stair climbing) three or four times a week and eating a vegetarian diet that has a few too many carbs and alcohol servings but is still (I think) better than the average American diet.

But as I said, it’s not up to me. My hiking partner takes training way more seriously than I do, and I’m sure I’ll thank him for it once we’re in Tanzania. The biggest change he’s made to my routine is to add a weekly hike on Saturday mornings. Our favorite is River Place Nature Trail because it has good elevation changes and is long. It takes us about three hours to do the six-mile loop, and I’m ready for a nap by the time we finish. We also mix in the Hike and Bike Trail once a month; we do the full ten miles to build up our endurance, and our pace is hovering around 18-minute miles. Unfortunately there's not much elevation around Austin, so we can't train for what is probably going to be the most crucial part of Kilimanjaro. Nevertheless, they say overall fitness helps combat altitude sickness, so I'm hoping the sea-level hiking helps in a roundabout way.

In addition to the hikes, Andrew is good at making me actually stick to those regular weekly workouts. If left on my own, I might average two or three workouts a week, but we’ve gotten into a gym routine, and now my ideal week looks like this:

• Monday: treadmill sprints or rest (every other week off for art class)
• Tuesday: treadmill sprints or rest (every other Tuesday, when I have art on Monday)
• Wednesday: Body Pump
• Thursday: happy hour!
• Friday: treadmill sprints or swimming
• Saturday: long hike
• Sunday: swimming and yoga class

Ideal means this doesn't happen every week, but I'm doing way better than if I didn't have someone nudging me to go to the gym with him regularly. So if you're like me and more interested in napping than jogging, but you have an active trip coming up, I'd highly recommend you find a good training partner. I can't say enough good things about mine. :-)

Traveling at Home: Food and Film!

My endless quest to peek into other cultures prompted Andrew and me to start a new, semi-regular event. Once a month(ish), we have a “Foreign Food and Film” night. It’s a simple premise: we pick a foreign country; find a recipe for something common there that doesn’t look too tricky (my cooking skills are questionable); pick a movie from the country; and friends bring drinks, appetizers, or desserts that fit the theme.

So far we’ve done Indian, Italian, and Japanese. We cheated the first time and ordered takeout from an Indian restaurant in town (Nasha) and picked a Bollywood movie from Netflix pretty much at random (Hasee Toh Phasee). For Italy we made a Caprese salad and few different types of pizza; friends brought bruschetta, wine, and cannoli; and we watched Cinema Paradiso. For Japan we made ramen; Andrew bought some sushi; friends brought sake, Japanese beer, daifuku, and matcha ice cream; and we watched Howl'sMoving Castle.

I don’t know if we managed to order all the wrong food from Nasha, but we were not impressed at all. Everyone else I know who’s been there raves about the food, so I don’t want to dissuade people from trying it, but I won’t be giving them another chance…unless someone else is buying. Hasee Toh Phasee was silly and adorable, and I really liked it. It was the first Bollywood movie I’d ever seen, and, if they’re all like this one, I found my new favorite genre: goofy romantic comedy with elaborate song-and-dance numbers.

Despite starting a fire in the oven on Italian night, our pizzas were really tasty. We used Trader Joe’s pre-made crust (wheat and garlic, obviously the garlic was better), and my favorite combination was with pesto, mozzarella, kale, and garlic (based off this recipe but y’all know I did not make my own pesto). Cinema Paradiso was long but lovely. Plus if you don’t get too hung up on how a man can go decades without visiting his mother who lives just a few hours away, there’s a metaphor about leaving home to follow the adult path on which your childhood influences set you.

Moving to Japan, I was surprisingly impressed with how well the ramen turned out. We tweaked this recipe quite a bit by subbing fake sausage for the pork, using veggie stock instead of chicken stock, omitting fish sauce and Chinese five spice, using higher-quality noodles, and roasting Brussels sprouts instead of acorn squash. Full disclosure, Andrew and I did a test run with my mom and sister, and it was not so great the first time. But we learned some very important lessons (e.g., fresh noodles need to be pre-cooked before adding them to soup) and the second batch was pretty darn tasty. The recipe is more work than I’d put in for a normal meal, but it’s worth it for a special dinner. And Howl’s Moving Castle was a fantastic, charming, weird-at-times animated movie that made me want to watch all of Miyazaki’s movies!

I’m thinking about going to Argentina for the next installment, but I’m open to suggestions!

UPDATE: My friend Jason just introduced me to this blog. I think she's going to be great inspiration! http://globaltableadventure.com/countries-ive-cooked

Planning for Tanzania

Andrew and I booked a trip to Tanzania! We’re going for the first two weeks of September to hike Mount Kilimanjaro and do a roving safari, which involves driving around every day to see the most animals possible and setting up camp at night. Seeing an elephant in the wild is one of my ultimate life goals, so fingers crossed.

As you probably know, the logistics of hiking a 20,000-foot mountain on another continent are a teensy bit complicated. It’s an eight-day trek and, like my Inca Trail experience in 2014, we’ll have porters who carry most of our stuff and set up camp for us (my first-world guilt will come back). Therefore, it’s not going to be a super-taxing endeavor for me (other than climbing 20,000 feet and not succumbing to altitude sickness), but there’s nevertheless a lot of planning involved. And we’ll be hiking in snow but safariing in equatorial heat, which means lots of clothes to pack (and buy).

If you’ve read other parts of this blog, you might remember when my hiking boot disintegrated on the Inca Trail and I received a hasty replacement pair. Well, I still haven’t bought new, good boots, so that’s at the top of my to-do list. But the company we booked the trek through (International Mountain Guides) sent Andrew and me a detailed list of gear to buy, and I need to buy more than just boots. Luckily I have a lot of stuff on the list, but I’m going to have to get at least the following:

• Padlocks for bags
• Trekking poles
• Sleeping pad
• Expedition-weight set of synthetic long john tops and bottoms
• Parka (A mid-weight down or synthetic insulated parka with a hood is what you are looking for.)
• Warm pants (Fleece is good, soft shell type pants are even better.)
• Shell Pants: Waterproof/breathable pants (full side zips are best and Gore-Tex is perfect).
• Heavy gloves or mittens: down or synthetic insulated for summit day
• Hiking boots
• Gaiters
• Naglene bottles (2)
• Chemical hand and toe warmers (6)

This is only the stuff I don’t own from the three-page list of gear. I’m concerned for the porters…

I had to get my doctor to sign a form saying I’m fit to hike the mountain (did that today!) and I need to visit a travel doctor to discuss vaccines and malaria pills (doing that Wednesday!). I know the trip isn’t until September, but I want to give myself excessive planning time. I’m maybe a little type A, I guess.