Along with bridges, fountains and roses, Portland has a preponderance of fantastic breakfast joints of all shapes and sizes. This blog will work to discern the good from the bad, the unique from the cookie-cutter, and in other words, give you a sense of security and safety when attempting to find sustenance or trying to quell that morning after effect.The editor and publisher is clearly biased and has too little journalistic integrity to even attempt to offer "fair and balanced" coverage. The entries herein will reflect such a slant. Opinions of others are appreciated, will be regarded, but may be put aside or plainly mocked. We're still in the middle of formulating a consistent criteria (a la Zagat), but loosely, here are some things that help and/or act as a hindrance (in no particular order) to a good review:
- Coffee should be good. Good. Meaning muddy, viscous and chewy. Good. Also meaning you're picking delicious grounds from your teeth for hours after that first cup. Good. Where you feel as if you've free-based the dried adrenal glands of rhesus monkeys. Point made? Let's move on.
- Service. As someone who spent seven years in food service, I can't believe how appreciative I am of great service in this town. When delivered, it can make the most disgusting dish palatable, if not delicious. It's surprizing where good (or bad) service can be found in this town. To protect the innocent (at least for this entry) I shall not divulge further.
- Menu Selection. Most places should have a healthy variety of dishes on their menu for omnivores and herbivores alike. Though the editor is an omnivore, the editor cannot stand the pouting he gets from his significant other when there's "nothing I can eat" on the menu. In fact, a review may be negatively effected by any squabbles between the editor and his partner that can be attributed to this lack of selection. So, for the editor's well being, this too must be accomodated for.
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