dinner in Portlandia
By Patricia Belyea
PORTLAND OR Via BoltBus and Portland light rail, I arrived at Spring Market in Portland before noon today. It was a big afternoon on the show floor, catching up with old connections and showing them Patomi’s new fabric designs.
Once the show closed for the day, I searched Yelp for a gluten-free restaurant for my evening meal. Immediately I latched onto GF Chef because it was in my neighborhood—only 1.3 miles away.
The walk to 1930 NE Everett was not a pretty sight. Once I crossed over the freeway, I was in a deserted, low-industrial area with a sprinkling of homeless folks sleeping near the sidewalk.
When I arrived at my destination, I was surprised by quite a few things.
First of all, the GF Chef has already gone home for the day. Obviously the chef didn’t care what hours were published on the internet. The cafe was part of a outdoor “food court” which consisted of dilapidated outbuildings and caravans, with a collection of mismatched chairs and tables in between.
Bryan, the proprietor and cook at PLOW, let me know that he couldn’t make me a guaranteed GF meal. With nothing else in sight, I decided to take a chance on this friendly and helpful guy. I got the St. Peter’s—wild grilled salmon on a bed of mashed and dilled Yukon Gold potatoes with sauteed spinach and Hollandaise sauce.
So my final surprise of the night was a well-prepared meal on a real china plate with a real fork in a really unusual place—Green Castle in Portlandia.
(I took a different walking route home—north on 21st, west on Broadway and then south on Grand.)