On Wednesday, May 4th, 2011 I officially completed all the work required of me in undergraduate college
and to add on to that the Portland forecast was sunny with clear views of Mount Hood and a refreshing glow-inducing seventy-two degrees
Oh yes, and I did pick up this terribly unflattering outfit which I must wear in the presence of several thousand people:
To celebrate the wondrous accomplishment of never technically NEEDING to step into the library again, Nazu and I decided to go all out on the ‘very much deserving indulgence scale’, starting with dinner at this Bon Appetit-featured, Best Restaurant in Portland runner-up, Laurelhurst Market.
So, you know how my last post was all about meatless meals n all?
Well…I suppose it’s worth noting that Laurelhurst Market is both a butchery and a restaurant, hence the glorious entree Nazu and I selected as our celebratory satiation (we each had our own):
Hanger steak with parsley pistou, extra virgin olive oil, black Oregon truffles, fleur de sel, and a fried egg. Cholesterolicious to the max and exactly what I needed- a truffled protein fest to conclude my undergraduate career
The staff at this place is incredible: Accommodating, friendly, savvy about the menu and cuts of meat, and very very East Portland at the same time.
Of course after such a delightful meal we were more than anticipating a tad of dessert to share:
Absolutely divine. Luscious and creamy, a textural-gasm if you will.
This restaurant truly deserves all its appraisal: the atmosphere is local and lively yet polished, full of “posh hipster” Portlandia types in ironed flannel and rimmed glasses, yet devouring beautiful hunks of Wagyu steak brisket or piles of dijon-ized Moules Frites. The food is impeccable and abundant with fresh flavours and ingredients. And the location- stupendously stunning. If you have never been to the Laurelhurst neighborhood of Portland, imagine cherry-blossom tree lined streets, idealistic perfectly manicured mini-estates, and this bustling place as your neighborhood butchery/place to grab an evening apertif.
En route back to the car I couldn’t help but fantasize about how wonderful it would be to live here fifteen years down the line…truly a perfect family neighbourhood yet still a short walk away from grungy coffee-shop hipster Portland. En amour.
Apres le diner, Nazu and I made a quick stop over at New Seasons to pick up some fresh organic strawberries so that we could go to my house and do this:
On that note, if anyone working for LVMH sees this, I very much believe I would be a very qualified job candidate as Nazu and I quickly realized the degree of inadvertent product placement our lives contain:
How do you indulge yourself?
Favourite cut of steak? Do tell!