Food Reviews & Stories
It’s an awkward arrival. Pulling up to a
shabby Beaverton strip mall at dusk on a Saturday night, we expect to
walk into a busy restaurant. It’s totally empty. Called from the
kitchen, our h
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Food Reviews & Stories
I may never return to the original Caesar salad. Tijuana,
where the Caesar was created by an Italian immigrant in 1924, is
supposedly still safe for tourists. I’m not so sure.
That salad—l
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John Lovegrove hits 50 local breweries in a single day.
Featured Stories
It was a terrible time for a malfunctioning alarm clock.
Don’t worry, John Lovegrove wasn’t late for work or a flight—he was
behind schedule on a trip to the bar, missing his 7 am deadline f
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Riding to the beach is easy, but it might make you hate cars.
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They crashed through the rainforest like dinosaurs. A distant rumble, a whoosh, and more rumble,
before the creatures were gone and I could again hear my bike tires
roll softly along the edge of t
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Bar Reviews
The MC Hammer card is a good omen. Hanging at Coalition Brewing (2724 SE Ankeny St., 894-8080, coalitionbrewing.com),
it shows MC at his peak, gold harem pants in full flutter. He is
untouchable b
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Food Cart Reviews
Minizo’s Munny population has exploded. The colony of
vinyl toys was kept in check when the cart was downtown. But Minizo is
now on Northeast Alberta Street, where a shop sells the toys around t
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Books
The last few miles are rough for Scott Jurek. As Eat & Run
(Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 272 pages, $26) comes to a close, we find
the Michael Jordan of ultra-running in a bad way. Abandoned by
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Drank
I wasn’t excited to try Coalition’s Two Dogs IPA. Most new
Northwest IPAs are basically alpha acid concentrates with none of the
fresh, zesty hoppiness I love. But the guy pouring samples of t
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Headout
Before people buy your wine, they want to pet your dog. Alex Sokol Blosser has accepted this.
“I
don’t know why—it’s gotta be that when you go to a farm, you expect to
see a dog,” he s
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Music Stories
Born: Oct. 26, 1986, on an Army base in West Germany.
Sounds like: A thugged-out West Coast version of
Kid Cudi who wants to go clubbin’ with 50 Cent but ends up taking a
bunch of ’shrooms an
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