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​The Snow Squall – South Portland Food and Drinks


I hadn’t heard much about The Snow Squall in South Portland until I went there in the spring for a large birthday gathering. I wanted to go back again to get a second look at their goods, so I could give a review where I wasn’t distracted by hoards of people in full party mode. On that note, we decided to grab an early dinner on a gloomy Saturday where the weather spent the entire day making us sleepy and lethargic. It was going to be a relaxed meal before crashing for the night.

When we arrived it was raining hard and the restaurant wasn’t overly busy. The lower tier bar to the right was empty, but there was a solid crowd at the entry level bar. We made a quick decision to pull up to a couple seats at the lower bar and were promptly greeted by the bartender and given water and menus. The bartender also pointed out three specials chalkboards – standard food, dessert, and drinks. We lazily look our time sorting through the drink menus and glancing at the food, but the specials were a little difficult to read from our seats and with the lighting in the room.

Our drink orders were taken; we both wanted the South Port Margarita – Espolon Tequila and Grand Marnier, mixed with agave nectar, and fresh squeezed lemon and lime juice, chilled and served straight up with a salted rim. I took mine without salt.  Fortunately, the bartender noticed we were struggling a bit with the specials and gave us a hand written paper copy to look at. That made our search for yummies a little easier, though I didn’t see anything I thought I would be eating that night. My wife, on the other hand, was considering something from that list.

The margaritas came to us without much delay and then the bartender disappeared while we were still looking at the menus. Soon we were ready to order, but there was no service staff in sight. Another couple sat at the bar a few minutes later and a new bartender/waitress came behind the bar and started serving them. It was a bit odd considering we hadn’t been asked for our orders yet. After a somewhat significant wait, the original bartender came back, chatted with her teammate, and realized that we hadn’t been served. We received a sincere apology and placed our orders.


The margs were pretty tasty – strong with plenty of delicious citrus. Sipping those killed some time before the food was ready. As we waited, the restaurant started to fill which was a little surprising to me considering the terrible weather. In addition to watching the crowd make their way in, we also listened to the singer/guitarist sitting by the entrance and playing a variety of relatively pleasant music appropriate for some casual dining and fun. As additional customers started to sit beside us at the bar, the first bit of our food made it’s way out to us and we were ready to get started.

Eight “Yummy” Dumplings – vegetable potstickers – sat in front of us. Though the menu indicated that they were served with a wasabi mustard dipping sauce, it was actually ginger soy we received. Nonetheless, I tried one, cutting it in half and trying it without sauce. It was very crispy, which was good. The base of the filling was broccoli which was also good as that’s definitely one of my favorite veggies. I was pleased, but I wanted sauce on the rest of it, so I took the other half, dipped it in plenty of sauce, and consumed it. It was excellent and the sauce was a pretty standard dumpling dip. I tend to prefer the texture of dumplings when they’re steamed, but these were good since they were deep fried to a full crispness and not pan fried.


Once the dumplings were done, we had a brief intermission before the rest of the food came to us. I had ordered the Blackened Chicken Quesadilla – stuffed with sauteed onions, bell peppers, jalapenos, and melted cheddar jack, finished with a sriracha lime crema. I took the onion rings instead of fries. She went with the Fish and Chips special. My meal came with sour cream, salsa, and ketchup and she had some tartar sauce and ketchup.

An onion ring was my starting point and it was a good, crispy circle. I ate a couple more with some ketchup and took a break from those to battle the quesadilla. I took a couple bites and was a little disappointed. I was looking forward to the Cajun spiced chicken adding some heavy flavor to the folded tortilla, but instead, it was barely there. Only a hint of the seasoning stood out and the veggies and cheese didn’t make up for it. The crema was actually pretty good, but again, it wasn’t a substitute for the lacking chicken base.

Despite my quesadilla letdown, I worked on it until it was gone. Once I was finished, I went to my wife’s food, first starting with the fries. They were clearly fresh and quite tasty, but some were a tad soggy. Grabbing some fish, I ate a piece of that. It was obviously fresh too, and the fish itself was cooked thoroughly, but unfortunately, it was way undercrisped with the breading soft and underdone, nearly falling off. It wasn’t exactly what we were looking for in an order of fish and chips.


Once the food was gone, we passed on dessert and paid our tab which came to 76 bucks after tip. We weren’t thrilled by the meal, with both of our main courses leaving something to be desired. It was a little bit of a surprise as my previous visit resulted in trying the nachos and a burger, both of which I felt were better than our meal this time. Their drinks were solid both times I’ve been, but the food is inconsistent, it seems. It all seemed freshly made and high quality, but the lack of seasoning and undercooking fried food are flaws that really took away from the meal experience we were looking for. I’m sure I’ll go back eventually, but it will probably be primarily for beverages.

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​Cellar Door Winery – Pairings at the Point

I was recently invited to attend the Pairings at the Point event which showcased pairings of food and booze at Thompson’s Point. It’s hard to turn down an offer to stay fed and hydrated, so I gladly accepted and was looking forward to reporting on the shindig even if it was on a Sunday during a Patriots game. Put on by Cellar Door Winery, we arrived with the expectation that it was actually occurring at the winery, but were pointed in the direction of the Thompson’s Point event space by a sign sitting outside. As we walked toward it, we saw that it was taking place under a giant, enclosed tent.

We made our way into the tent, walking through a long corridor and checking in, and then getting a Cellar Door branded wine glass each with which to obtain some of the wet goods inside. When we finally entered the actual event portion of the tent, the large room was not exactly what we expected. The center had lots of cozy seating and cute tables. There was a small stage with a DJ playing music which happened to be all TV show theme songs when we first arrived. Along the outside edges of the enclosure were five food and drink pairing tables which seemed to start to the left of the entrance and go clockwise according to the natural progression of a meal.

After taking a some pictures, we we made our way to the first table, which was full of oysters and champagne on ice in addition to some potato chips which weren’t on ice. My disdain for raw seafood is well documented and I skipped by the oysters, grabbing a couple glasses of bubbly while my wife took a plate of chips for us to share. We sat and I drank some pink champagne while she drank the standard version. It wasn’t a crazy start for us, but a little sipping and chipping gave us a few minutes to observe what was going on and check out the people and happenings around us.

The next table we visited was the White Wine Station. Since I was driving, I chose only a half pour of the 2013 Chardonnay to start and went on a food gathering spree. First I took a Mini Lobster Roll with Tarragon and Dill. From a meat and cheese tray, I made myself an open-faced sandwich of bread, prosciutto, marinated cheese, and pepper jelly. Then I grabbed a little boat of Green Papaya Salad with Peanuts and another with Crispy Calamari with Lemon. Mrs. Portlandeater snagged some food and wine too and we headed back to the table to relax and sample the goods.

A taste of everything brought a joy to my soul. The lobster roll was particularly delicious with the herbs, though admittedly, they could have done most anything with the salty sea bug and I would have been happy. I’m always a sucker for a bit of pork and cheese, and I was thrilled with the exceptional crisp from the squid as was my wife. The papaya salad was lighter fare with veggies, vinegar, and spice. It offered a nice, fresh crunch in every bite. Overall, the seafood items were certainly the best, but everything was pleasant, and while white wine isn’t usually my vino of choice, it was a nice compliment to the food.

Next up, of course, was the red wine station. I requested a small portion of the 2012 Dolcetto, a wine that was new to me. Mrs. Portlandeater went with the same and we both went across the table, grabbing some food. I started with Brisket Sliders with Slaw, then  Moroccan Chicken with spiced couscous, and finally Lentil and Greens Bruschetta with Ricotta Salata. I left behind the Rosemary-Lamb Lollipops with Salsa Verde as there was still a lot of food left to try and it just wasn’t going to be a lamb day for me.

The wine was a nice, smooth red and I enjoyed the pairing most with the chicken, which contained some citrus and almond. There’s no doubt the reds go well with meats and the well-spiced chicken and beef slider were where it was at with the dolcetto. The bruschetta wasn’t my style, but it was worth a shot to find that out. The food was a little heavier here, the wine a little bolder, and the combination was a satisfying grape and grub grouping. We took our time with the food and drink, knowing there was more in store for us when we were done.

Station four had beer and liquor. First up was a Chicago Dog and Oxbow Howie. After that came the Maple Glazed Pork Belly Skewers w/ Stroudwater Distillery Bourbon and Rye. I stopped there for the time being and went back to the table to eat it. Mrs. P stuck with finishing her red wine and I started consuming. The dogs were good with tomato, onion, pickle, and relish, and the Howie was a worthy local brew. The maple pork belly wasn’t something I would eat every day. Frankly, The standalone pork belly would normally have struck me as somewhat unsavory, but the crispy maple-flavored fat wasn’t so bad and the maple and whiskey pairing was a definite win. I ate and enjoyed it, slightly disgusted with myself.

Once I was out of food, I headed back for more. I took a Chili with Sharp Cheddar, Red Onion, and Sour Cream which was served with Oxbow Farmhouse Pale Ale. The last item at that station was Fish Taco with Crema and Slaw and Maguey Mezcal Margaritas. With my hands full, I once again made my way back to our table. I spooned some of the chili into my mouth and found it to be exceptional. The hearty, hot chili had a tiny bit of sweetness and was full of flavor. I enjoyed it with the ale. Moving to the taco, I found the fish fresh, the crema was a tasty accompaniment, and the red cabbage slaw added some texture. The margarita was smokey with the mezcal, but a nice take on the standard tequila tea.

Nearly at the end of the line, we paid a visit to the last spread – the dessert wine station. I went with the 2013 Treasure – a wild Maine blueberry wine infused with Maine maple syrup and fortified with brandy. I passed on the Fourme D’Ambert Bleu on Brazen Baking Crackers, but happily dove for both the Chocolate Dipped Biscotti with Pistachios and Cardamom and the Goat Cheese Pannacotta with C’est De L’or Cherries. C’est De L’or was actually the other dessert wine available. My wife only took a pannacotta.

Starting with the pannacotta, I took a spoonful of the soft, creamy custard. It was magnificent. Rich with a dense flavor of cheese, it was easy to eat and a wonderful finishing touch. With the addition of the soaked cherry and sweet blueberry wine, it was a masterful combination. After the pannacotta was done, I bit into the biscotti. It was better than I expected. Sometimes I find biscotti a bit dry and I suppose this might have been, but it wasn’t noticeable, because I couldn’t get past the awesome flavors. Every part of it stood out – nutty almond, chocolate, pistachio, and a little Indian spice. I was pleasantly surprised.

As my wife was finishing her dessert and margaritas, I went and got one more lobster roll for good measure. I didn’t want the lobsters to think I didn’t like them, because I sure did. I cut through that quickly, she finished her drinks, and we left to go relax at home. It had been a nice time at a nice event. We considered that the set up allows you to take a comfortable space and make it yours, and then at your own pace enjoy as much or as little as you want from what they have to offer. Everything is served in a small portion so you can try it all without getting too full or you can go berserk and have 82 lobster rolls if that makes you happy. The pairings were quite well done and I felt that that overall, the whiskey/pork belly and dessert wine/pannacotta combos were the best, but the others certainly were all certainly more than worthy of a sampling.

The one change I would love to see for next time would be to have the pairing event on a Saturday evening where guests can really make a night out of it and maybe indulge a little more than a Sunday afternoon allows. I thought the concept was great and enjoyed it quite a bit, but eating and especially drinking to my heart’s content pairs really well with a night on which I don’t have to work the next day. Either way, it was fun, delicious, and a great opportunity to enjoy some excellent food and drink combos that were new to me and some that I had been lucky enough to try previously. Who can argue with that?

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Rosie’s – Still What It Used To Be

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I’m not sure how long Rosie’s has been around, but I think it was somewhere around the time man discovered fingernails that their doors first opened. One of Portland’s exceptionally popular dive bars, the cheap booze and eats purveyor draws a significant crowd from Old Port business and often has a crowded house filled with a crazy mix of patrons. College students, suit and tie types, dirty auto mechanics, clean auto mechanics, people named Jed – you name it and they might all be there any time the doors are unlocked.

I found myself headed to Rosie’s when a friend wanted to grab a burger and a beer for a Saturday lunch. I didn’t want to go to any of the places he suggested, so I chose and we ended up at the Fore St. haunt. There were a few people scattered about and we grabbed a seat by the window so we could see if my car was being ticketed after my 42 minutes on the meter expired. A waitress came up to our table, handed us menus, and asked us if we wanted anything to drink. It turns out we did. My buddy ordered a Sam Adams and I went with the advertised $1.50 Miller High Life which was a 50% increase in the cost of of the brew since I was last there. Still, I suppose it was a reasonable price for “The Champagne of Beers”.

Taking a hard look at the menu, I reminded myself what the restaurant had to offer. They had a pretty sizable menu with all the pub standards and a few items with a little extra flair. I wasn’t looking for anything spectacular, just something to fuel the rest of the day’s house cleaning project. The specials menu wasn’t anything I was looking for, but the main menu with apps, salads, burgers, dinners, sandwiches, pizza, and more had plenty of possibilities. My buddy immediately decided on the BBQ Bacon and Cheddar Burger – 8 oz. burger with carmelized onions, lettuce, and tomato with fries. It took three visits from the wait staff before I decided on Chili, Cheese, and Jalapeno Nachos served with salsa and sour cream.

We soon had our beers in front of us – he with his highfalutin Sam and me with my “man among men” MHL. I took a sip of my High Life and it caused an effect in my brain that sent me back in time. It tasted like college and career ambition, and while don’t usually want for the cheap beers of old these days, I must admit, it fit with my mood and location. We both seemed pleased with the way the beer went down, so we drank and engaged in verbal tomfoolery while awaiting our food orders.

Our goodies made their appearance like a superhero in the nick of time. Both of our items were well portioned with his stacked high and mine spread throughout my plate. My nachos were simple – tortilla chips, cheese, chili, and jalapenos. With little cups of salsa and sour cream on the side, they were complete. I took a bite and their simplicity was evident, but they did the job with cheese, meat, and heat. My cohort seemed to enjoy his burger and fries.

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At some point, not long after we got our food, we both finished our suds and requested waters to continue staying hydrated. We worked on our grub, with his finished well before mine was. I eventually ate the last of my chips, and feeling like it was just the right amount of food for a Saturday lunch, decided I would call it quits right there. I had a little of that feeling one gets when they don’t live up to their own expectations – I believe it’s called disappointment, but if I had eaten anything else, the house cleaning I was returning to would have suffered and I didn’t want that.

Our meals came to about $36 total after tip. His Sam Adams was $2. I’m not sure why or how it was only that, but I was thinking I might have been willing to dish out an extra half dollar to upgrade to a more upscale beer. Of course, it wouldn’t have had the same effect on me as the High Life, and the truth is that every once in a great while and under just the right circumstances – like at Rosie’s, I actually want a cheap beer to reminisce about the days when I didn’t have money for anything pricier.

Rosie’s offers something you can only find at dive bars – an atmosphere where anything goes as long as you’re not causing a problem; where the food is always good, occasionally very good, and rarely great; and where you can get served with hardly any green in your pockets. I drink there more than I eat there, but when I do either, I always leave happy and feeling like I got more than I paid for. It’s a place where just about anybody can go and have the same experience.

You know that old t-shirt you used to wear a few days a week when you were younger? Sometimes you’d wear it all weekend and by Sunday night it smelled like stale beer, BBQ sauce, and cheap perfume. Eventually it wore thin and had holes, so you’d wear it to clean or paint. You wore it that one time to help old Mr. Haskins move and it got snagged on a nail from his beat up dresser. Then you sort of forgot about the shirt and it sat in the bottom of your draw with no attention paid to it for years. In a massive purge, you found it, and unable to bring yourself to include it in the Goodwill pile, you brought it back, wearing it occasionally on the weekends. You smiled every time you opened your drawer and saw it on top again. Your wife hated it, but she didn’t understand, because she wasn’t with you when you bought it, and didn’t know your connection to it. That shirt is Rosie’s, except your wife will love Rosie’s. Everybody loves Rosie’s.

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State Plate – New Food Show Coming to INSP TV

If you love seeing Maine food on TV as much as I do, you’ll want to check out State Plate. Maine is featured in one of the first episodes and Maine food producers are highlighted on the show. Read below for details and check out http://www.StatePlateTV.com for more information.

Family-entertainment network INSP has a new original series called State Plate premiering on Friday, October 21st at 9:00PM ET. The show’s host is Taylor Hicks, the platinum-selling artist and popular American Idol® winner. In each episode he’ll take a “culinary tour” of one state, assembling a plate of their most emblematic foods. The states featured include Wisconsin, Arizona, Florida, Louisiana, Georgia, Colorado, Illinois, Maine, Texas, Massachusetts, Nebraska, and California.

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​Peter Peter Portland Eater Hits the Road – SoME Brewing in York, Tributary Brewing in Kittery, and Fury’s Publick House in Dover, NH

I recently hit the road with Mrs. Portlandeater to drink a little beer and indulge in some food. There’s not much I enjoy more than eating and drinking at the site where whatever I’m consuming is made and breweries definitely fit that description. It feels like an authentic experience that to me is like an adult amusement park – not that I don’t love actual amusement parks. Mrs. Portlandeater suggested we take a trip to south to a couple breweries she researched and I couldn’t say “yes” fast enough.

The first stop on our tour was SoME Brewing in York. In the back of a relatively non-descript building, we found a parking spot and walked our way past a few people drinking beer outside. Upon entering, the bar was straight ahead. To the right was a popcorn popper and beyond that a room with tables and large chalkboard along part of the far wall. We walked to the bar, the bartender gave us a quick tutorial of their nine beers, and my wife wasted no time in ordering a $5 pint of Whoopie Pie Stout – milk stout with cocoa and vanilla. That was also my first choice, but I wanted a flight, so I waited for my wife’s pour so I could try a sip before I made a final decision.

Four ounce tasters were two bucks each, so I decided to order four of them. The stout was good, so I ordered that and the Post-sesh Porter, a coffee rye porter. My last two were Crystal Persuasion double pale ale and Apostrophe mosaic IPA. Once I got my four pours on a flight tray, we walked to the back of the room to find a table. We sat right next to the popcorn and I served myself a bag of that to serve as a salty beer supplement.

Sipping each beer in a stately manner, I tried to ascertain the full flavor of each of them. My favorite was the stout, followed closely by the porter, and then the other two not far behind that. The beers all had great qualities, but the first two I felt were sweet and heavy on flavor. They were “big” beers, and despite their excellent taste, I couldn’t see myself having more than one or two at a time any more than I could see myself eating more than one or two full meals at a time. The other two were more of the long-drinking type that could be picked from the cooler all day or night while enjoying a day at at the beach or a bonfire.

With all my beer done, I was selected to finish the last half of my wife’s. I did just that and we decided to move on to our next stop. A short trip to Kittery brought us to Tributary Brewing, the southernmost brewer in Maine. With a large parking lot and a spot seemingly in the middle of nowhere, we made our way in for some suds. There was a guitarist playing Jimi Hendrix and the atmosphere was lively and funky fresh. We walked up to the service counter and took a gander at what was available.

Tributary had six beers which were each either $1.50 or $2 for four ounces. I was looking at the little ones because I again wanted a sampler. After some thought, I went with their Oktoberfest, Black IPA, Cali Common, and Blueberry. My wife went easy with just a four ounce Oktoberfest. Unfortunately, once we had our beer, all the tables in the house were full, so we pulled up to a shelf along the wall which appeared to have great beer holding abilities.

Oktoberfest was the first beer I tasted. I found it a little lighter than the Oktoberfests I was used to, leaning more toward a pale ale. That may have been because I had consumed a double pale ale shortly before and my beer buds were relaxing a bit. The Black IPA and Cali Common came next and they ended up being my favorites with the latter probably my overall fave and actually quite a bit tastier than I expected, particularly for a lighter beer. The blueberry wasn’t bad, but I think I missed out on some of the fruit flavor by not trying it first instead of the Oktoberfest. Next time, that will be my primer for sure.

After enjoying a little music and beer, we were ready to go for another ride. We headed to Dover, NH, one of the stops I often make when I’m leaving Maine. The reason? The food at Fury’s Pub House. Originating from a drink stop prior to a wedding reception next door, my visits to Fury’s have become a near necessity when heading south. The pub, as it usually is during the day when we go, was sparsely populated with a few people at the bar and a few others here and there throughout. We took seats at the bar which we figured would be a little more exciting than sitting completely alone at a table.

A quick review of Fury’s menu showed a few changes from the last time we were there, but nothing major. The bartender asked us what we wanted to drink and my lady went with a Magner’s Irish Cider. I told the bartender to suggest something and that I particularly liked whiskey and vodka. She threw out “Old Fashioned” and I thought that would work. I upgraded from the house whiskey to Jim Beam – yes, an upgrade to Jim Beam – and went back to find some food.

Once my drink was ready, we put in our orders and had some sips. The first item to come out was my two Scotch Eggs – house sausage wrapped around a hard boiled egg lightly breaded and fried, hot honey mustard or whiskey maple syrup. I got one with each of the sauces. The biggest reason I go to Fury’s is their Scotch eggs and these were exactly as I remembered – tennis ball sized or maybe even a little bigger and nicely crisped around the outside.

First, I visually took in my eggs and then cut into the gargantuan spheres. I forked and knifed my way into them, successfully trying to slice a piece of the breading, sausage, and egg in one swipe and then dipping it into the mustard. It was time to consume it, so I dropped it into my mouth with determination. BY THE POWER OF THE GOD OF SCOTCH EGGS! I’ve never met a scotch egg I didn’t like, but these were special. Crunchy seasoned breading on the outside, perfectly spiced sausage reminiscent of a breakfast version inside, and a standard hard boiled egg. The egg was – as it always is – unbelievably delicious. The hot honey mustard was an amazing touch and the best mustard I’ve ever had. Quite hot, enough to burn the nasal passages, the slightly sweet finish lended itself to a flawless dipping sauce.

My second bite of of egg was dipped into the whiskey maple. In case one brilliant sauce wasn’t enough, the whiskey maple was exactly what you think it was – maple and whiskey in exactly the right proportions where the maple syrup sticks out and the whiskey adds a little  “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” I’m not a huge fan of maple, but I was a massive fan of the whiskey maple from the first time I tried it. I sliced and diced my eggs until the two of them were completely done, at which time a single tear fell from my eye.

Next up for food was my Smoked Gouda Mac and Cheese – rich smoked gouda cheese sauce tossed with cavatappi pasta, topped with breadcrumb and chive. My wife had ordered the Fury’s Chicken Salad with pickle and fries – roasted chicken, red onion, green apple, dried cranberries, Sriracha sunflower seeds, and mayo on sourdough, rye, or garlic herb wrap. She went with the sourdough which I felt was a good choice.

We were both ready to get down to business and went to work. My mac and cheese was flat-out fantastic. It sounded simple and I suppose it was, but bah gawd, it was delicious.  As I shoved that melty, smokey, cheese-laced pasta into my mouth, my wife nibbled on her sandwich which she insisted was good. She also kept taking bites of my food, which I told her was okay the first few times. When the mac theft got excessive, she offered me some of her sandwich. I took a piece of it and chomped down. Wow! The chicken salad was stellar – sweet, crunchy, outstanding seasoning, the sandwich had it all. I was blown away. It was among the best chicken salads I’d had.

There was plenty of food to go around and it certainly went around me plenty before it all went in me. With the eggs, mac, and sandwich all done, I finished my drink and we were ready to hit the road again and return home. It was another spectacular trip to Fury’s for us. Their scotch eggs simply can’t be beat. Portland, Maine is my place without a doubt, but if I want the best in sausage wrapped, breaded eggs, I travel to Dover. At a mere $3.50 each, they’re half the price and twice the size of the average ones in Portland and they’re better. And it’s not just the eggs that are better, they come with some of the most awesome sauces I’ve had. They’re just so damn good.

For all the praise I give the scotch eggs, it’s important to note that our other food was so outstanding, it’s hard to believe it came from a pub. I don’t know who’s creating and cooking the food there, but they’re killing it. Every time we go, it’s top of the line and they make a good drink too. Their prices are super reasonable and our entire meal with drinks was $36 bucks before tip. Since we travel to get there, we’re always there during the day, but apparently there’s music some nights and the party atmosphere can pick up. For me though, I’ll stick with my lunch and dinner at Fury’s. I recommend you do that too if you’re traveling out of state. Their food will astound you and they might become your food stop away from home like they are for me. Portland’s always gonna be my town, but Fury’s definitely deserves a semi-regular visit.

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