portland is like one big giant rockin 'hood made up of tons of little 'hoods.
There's stuff going on every minute in every hood and the mantra, "keep it small, keep it local" rules everywhere.
One of the best hoods was my hood, at Everett Street Guesthouse. Hostess with the mostest Terry Rusinow is a real woman, a profiled-on-NPR risk-taker who changed her life to create this veritable oasis for the weary and/or overly-caffeinated traveler, whichever you may be.
Terry's fountain
Terry's hammock
Right down the street is a public school, da Vinci Arts Middle School. Imagine entering a school whose front lawn is lined with carefully tended rose beds. Check out the Water Garden also on site.
Down the street around the corner, at NE 28th and Glisan is this facade housing Pambiche, a fab cuban restaurant.
You can take the girl out of the barrio but........qué rica era la comida!
Reminds me of the exterior color scheme I surprised an ex with when he returned from a long weekend. Wonder why he went away in the first place...
Down the street and around the corner toward NE Burnside is Mecca.
Pardon me, I meant, Alma Chocolate.
If you've ever tried to pretend you're aztec, search no further for help.
The taste of dark chocolate with cinnamon and chile stayed on my palate for one hour after savoring a single piece, remarkable. The real-gold painted chocolate buddhas and madonnas in the trastero make me have faith that paradise is indeed here on earth at 140 NE 28th Ave.
A highlight: my friend Dale with his art, featured just inside the beautiful fountain entrance at Lawrence Gallery, in the Pearl.
Another Witherow at the gallery:
Then there was the wish tree at the Japanese Garden. It took my breath away, full of messages in many languages and hands, with racks full of hundreds more messages previously removed in respect to the tree.
The stonework paths and fences made me swoon, let alone a wish tree.
pure perfection.
thanks, Portland.
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