FRIDAY
^ Saw this on vaca. Portland knows what’s up.
We ditched our Friday night Rockies tickets in exchange for dinner with Bobby & Becca. I let Joey order us a pizza that was so spicy and meat-topped that I’m now convinced he doesn’t know me at all. Afterwards, we met up with Jenn at Highland Tap & Burger where I had a Nitro Cream Ale that went down like water and tasted like Captain Crunch Berries?! Call me crazy, but I am so not into the Nitro thing.
SATURDAY
True Story: On our last night in San Francisco, we ate at a restaurant that our fellow Uber Share passenger suggested to us and it was straight out of a Portlandia skit. Our appetizer was a deconstructed BLT, all arranged on one side of the plate, which made me cringe so bad. Joey’s main dish was a deconstructed French Onion Soup that our server finished tableside by pouring the sauce over the plate with a flourish.
Dessert was the chef’s take on guests’ childhood favorites and there was a little blank spot at the bottom of the menu for us to write in our own dessert favorites for future inspiration. I straight up wrote “Red velvet cake with buttercream frosting — none of that cream cheese business.” But… I was thisclose to writing Peach Cobbler because I grew up eating it and to this day, summer doesn’t feel right if I haven’t eaten that Mom-made dream dessert.
Life as Lauren 