The past week has been an infinite chest of pleasant surprises
One of those surprises? Naz’s best friend from home, Ashni finding a flight ticket to Portland and thus jetting here impromptu for the weekend (from Boston, not Bombay since she goes to uni there).
You see, many of our foreign friends/family have a rather distorted expectation of Portland: That it’s a village as opposed to being an ACTUAL small city- and luckily Ashni took the plunge to come and see the PDX for herself and that WOW, there are
skyscrapers buildings over ten stories high! And yes, there are several Nordstroms, a Louis Vuitton, even hotels with rooftop lounges (well, one hotel).
And of course, since Ashni is only in Oregon for a mere sixty hours, Naz and I constructed an itinerary of classy to show her a fabulous time in Rip City.
10:38 am: Fetch Ashni from PDX
Noon: Give a tour of our gorgeous campus (which is rated the #2 most beautiful college campus in America) while simultaneously giving me a wonderful opportunity for me to revisit my old
stomping strutting grounds
At one point, Naz had to jet off to a meeting so Ashni and I took up residence at one of the campus cafes. This was the first time we’ve both met (despite hearing so much about each other), but seriously I AUTOMATICALLY loved this lady! And anyways, how can I not love anyone associated with this girl:
2:30 PM: Take advantage of the rare Portland sunshine and head to NW 23rd Street for some l-u-n-c-h…and dessert at Papa Haydn’s:
Exquisite and velvety risotto: Definitely the crowd favourite
(unpictured): Blackberry vinaigrette caesar salad…unpictured for a reason, it looked like a bunch of romaine with melted sorbet on top
Note: The frites here are addictive.
And since Papa Haydn’s is most famous for their museum showcase of desserts, we had to struggle in selecting a couple for our meal-cap:
Salted caramel ice cream; yes we are all obsessed with salted caramel anything; Naz wanted to order THREE SCOOPS for us to which Ashni and I vetoed it down to two…and yes this is what two scoops here looks like.
4:00 PM: Find a nail salon on 23rd which does gel manicures for $25! Promptly book three gel manicures for 11:30 am, Saturday
4:30 PM: Return home for rejuvenation/rest/getting ready for a classy night in the Pearl
Oba is definitely a date restaurant; the lighting is so dim that sadly this was the best documentation of the meal:
Everything we ordered was delightful however:
black bean and requesón cheese quesadillas
with oven-dried tomato salsa and chipotle crema
with roasted corn and manchego cheese
heirloom tomato/basil oil/cotija caprese
tamales de mariscos
two housemade tamales topped with shrimp and bay scallops
in a rich creamy corn sauce, hand cut salsa and basil oil
And the service is impeccable, our waiter who seriously looked like his name would be David checked on us frequently (in a non-annoying way of course) and was very friendly and knowledgeable about the menu (and very supportive of my LOVE for cotija cheese on heirloom tomatoes)! Of course, if you go to Oba don’t ask for David, because that probably was not his name; he just looked very very very much like a David (probably because I thought he bore some facial structure resemblance to the maintenance guy at my complex…whose name actually is David)
8:30 PM: Head to Andina to meet up with Olive and Jahnavi
8:33 PM: Leave Andina due to a rude hostess (I’ll just give her the benefit of the doubt that she was having a rough night, probably a new hire, and thus doesn’t recognize our business impact as regulars)
And that’s all for now…the rest of the night was a non-blog-worthy adventure throughout the Pearl and other parts of Portland, promptly ending before midnight due to our excessive exhaustion (and need to get some sleep before our morning gel manicure).
Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go get ready for some brunch and shopping- Saturday and Sunday recap to come later
How do you react to rude service? Especially at an establishment you normally love and frequent regularly?
What sort of itinerary would you design for a friend visiting from out of town for a weekend?
Ever had a gel manicure? I’ll show you mine tomorrow!