I freely admit I’m a snob when it comes to where to eat. The Portland metro restaurant scene is a thing dreams are made of. To name a few . . . . Andina . . . . Portland City Grill . . . . Bortolomi’s . . . McCormick & Schmick’s . . . . Wild Abandon . . . . Pambiche . . . . La Bottega . . . . and the sushi. Oh the sushi. There are no words for the sushi bars here. This list doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of the dining options, but these are definitely at the top of my list.
Now I’m hungry. And day dreaming. And completely unfocused on the task at hand. Thank goodness there isn’t anything shiny around or this would be the end of this post.
Last night we met friends at Famous Dave’s Barbeque. Yes, a chain. We have a few local barbeque places that are awesome – Buster’s BBQ and Goldie’s. (If you’re local, you now have the “Busters bar-be-quuuuuue” jingle stuck in your head. I’m not sorry.) The whole anti-chain thing didn’t cross my mind because a.) I was excited to meet our friends there, and b.) I was so hungry/exhausted from helping Tyler tear the roof off the shed all day. We could have been going to McDonald’s and I would have been happy.
So here’s my take on this chain: The smell was intoxicating, the service was amazing and the food. Oh the food. I was in foodie heaven. At a chain. My brain had trouble wrapping around that fact, but I finally told my brain to shut up and enjoy the succulent Smoked Tri-Tip Platter. It was all I could do all night long to keep telling Tyler repeatedly how good my food was. I think I was even tempted to wake him up in the middle of the night and tell him in case the 15 times I told him last night weren’t enough.
Maybe it reminded me of my childhood. My dad is from the south and we had a LOT of red meat bbq-style food growing up. My dad is an excellent cook and my mom adapted to his southern ways.
So there’s my confession. This snob enjoyed a chain. And I plan on enjoying that particular chain again. I might have to rethink my whole way of choosing restaurants.