Unintentionally, I spent several hours today walking around Portland.
When I woke up I made myself apple pumpkin oatmeal pancakes. I think that I have had pancakes the last five Mondays in a row. Not sure why I like pancakes on Monday so much.
In hindsight I think that these photos are too dark.
I put peanut butter, blackcap jam from farmer’s market (for those wondering blackcaps are a type of black raspberry), banana and strawberries on top. I of course added a dash of cinnamon too.
After breakfast I headed out to look at a house which I liked a lot but don’t think is right for Dad.
I planned on taking the bus home but I missed the one that I wanted to catch and had twenty minutes to kill. I was actually right by my favorite sushi place in Portland but its not open for lunch and that made me kind of want sushi so I decided to walk to Division, a street several blocks north of where I was that has lots of bus service and Margaret’s favorite sushi place.
Well when I got there it was closed because it was Monday. At this point I debated catching a bus home but I was having such a nice time walking around that I decided to walk up to Hawthorne and go to Grand Central Bakery.
I passed some pretty cherry trees in bloom an daffodils.
(Excuse the iphone photos. Since this was an unplanned adventure I didn’t have my real camera with me.)
On my way there I passed one of my favorite apartment buildings because it makes me think of home.
The Santa Barbara is a close second to the Margaret Apartment Building in places that I think it would be awesome and amusing to live.
But when I got to the bakery I realized that I really didn’t feel like eating there. So I got a PB cookie and walked to the farm stand next door that I have always wanted to check out. I looked around for a while and really debated buying several pounds of over ripe bananas for a buck. Since I didn’t have a bag and decided that I was going to keep walking I passed on the bananas.
I also figured since I was less than a mile from Podtopia and it was on my way to the bridge I decided to head there for some chili cheese fries. Of course since its Monday Potato Champion was closed. I thought about getting a crepe from the creperie but that didn’t sound very good.
I thought about just walking home since the bridge wasn’t that far but I decide to head up to Morrison and go to Bunk Sandwiches instead. I have been to Bunk Bar but never to the original sandwich shop. Ironically its next to a pottery store that I have been dying to get to but is of course closed on Mondays.
I couldn’t decide between the pulled pork with apples, coleslaw, pickles and mustard or the chorizo and egg breakfast torta. After some hemming and hawing I settled on the pulled pork.
Bunk’s presentation is nothing if not simplistic. You get a cafeteria tray with a sheet of butcher paper, sandwich and some chips. Everything is so delicious there is no reason to get fancy with the presentation.
I sat at the bar and watched the short order cooks make the sandwiches and chatted with them when there was a lull which didn’t happen much while I was there. I also talked with the nine year old sitting next to me. He was visiting portland with his family from Oregon City.
After my delightful tasting but not light any other way sandwich I head over to the Morrison Bridge and back to my side of the river. I like walking across the bridges but sometime finding the pedestrian access from the east side is hard. It only took my my iphone and one mistake today.
The sun came out and it was nice to walk over the river and see the city.
I usually like the bridges until I get to the las third or so where there is the place where the bridge comes apart so boats can pass under it. I think that it looks a bit like a mechanical mouth.
Also equally creepy, if you look thru the crack you will see the river below.
While that part of the bridge freaks me out, walking around Portland and over the river always makes me think of Europe. Pretty much every city that I visited had at least one river running through it. I really liked the bridges in Rome and canals in Berlin and Portland’s bridges remind me of those places.
Now I am at home blogging instead of outlining crim pro. I really should go do that.