When it comes to swimming holes, Portland’s outer lands
are blessed. The Cascades are criss-crossed with pretty little rivers
and streams filled with clean, cold water fed by ancient glaciers.
The Buckman Bagel Institute brings the old-world bagel back home.
Food Reviews & Stories
Harley Leiber says it’s not the heat,
it’s the humidity. When he makes bagels, he likes the cool, misty
days—the ones Portland was known for before the weather got all screwy
New listicle from GoLocal identifies gays, beards, clowns as worst things about dating in both Oregon and Massachusetts
Worcester is a small city in Massachusetts, some 3,000 miles away from Portland. The cities have very little in common. But they do both have offshoots of a new Rhode Island-based content farm, GoLocal—plus clowns, bearded men and gay people.On Sunday, GoLocalPDX, which publishes some familiar names--including Byron Beck--posted a story called "10 Reasons it Stinks to be a Straight Single Woman ...
Portland beekeepers say the county is overreaching in its enforcement of city code.
On summer evenings, Austin Bennington used to pour himself
a snifter of single-malt Aberlour, light a cigar and watch his 120,000
honeybees swarm around his backyard hives and garden of blueberr
Portland’s festival of bacchanalian extravagance is back. Here are budget alternatives to the marquee events.
Feast is perhaps the most conspicuously consumptionary
event in Portland, a four-day mess of chefs from Portland and elsewhere,
with sold-out little dinners and huge bazaars that cost up to $175 f
Picture a sports bar in the Pearl. OK, now add polenta fries, and you’ve got a game plan for The Fields (1139 NW 11th St., 841-6601, thefieldspdx.com),
a sports-ish bar that opened in the former M
St Jack’s new bar gives the burger, dog and fries a whole new accent.
Food Reviews & Stories
St. Jack is less of a saint these days.
The old eastside bouchon—which closed in February, when the restaurant
hopped the river to Northwest 23rd Avenue—was a cozily domestic Portland
Typically, when film programming
highlights the seedy noir world of femmes fatales, crooked detectives,
rainy streets and double crosses, it focuses on well-known classics like
James Ellroy’s novels inhabit a nostalgic zone, where
women are dames and cops throw back whiskey to take the edge off after a
day at a grisly crime scene. His “L.A. Quartet”��