Preliminary Note: This is Salt. Water. Coffee.’s 200th post!
Portland is an oil rig on Thanksgiving for anyone who
a) Doesn’t have a family home to go to
b) Would rather fork over a few twenties to have someone else deal with all the cooking and cleaning
Several of the city’s most regaled dining establishments such as Andina, Bluehour, Paley’s Place, and Urban Farmer have Thanksgiving specials ranging from the traditional fare to ones with a tad of a twist.
Having heard rave reviews from my friend, Megan about Urban Farmer’s Thanksgiving spread, my friend David took it upon him to make a reservation there for a wholesome slash classy supper at Portland’s poshest hotel (The Nines…which is where Urban Farmer is located).
There was going to be five of us; however my sister fell sick at the last moment so it ended up being David, Kelsey, my fellow Versace-phile Kyle, and myself.
We showed up famished yet polished; Pilgrim chic if you will: Kelsey looked like she stepped out of an Anthropologie catalogue donning a fantastic pair of rouge suede high-heeled oxfords (if you can picture that), David and Kyle looked spiffy and suited up, and I showed up in a semi-conservative get-up consisting of a bright cardigan-accompanied LBD matched with my bejeweled Vera Wang flats.
It was delightful; comfort poultry at it’s finest; and though turkey is not usually my first choice of animal protein, I was more than happy to have an entire plate of meat to polish off
An enticing array of Thanksgiving sides were brought out to compliment our respective entrees:
I skipped out on the Brussels sprouts…as I am allergic (no, seriously, I am)
For dessert, I had had my heart set on the chocolate hazelnut dacquoise with praline sauce, salted hazelnuts, and black pepper ice cream; but sadly they sold out so along with Kyle and Kelsey I sprung for the apple galette
David, on the other hand continued his theme of swaying from the crowd and went with the Pumpkin Bread Pudding:
It was a calm, relaxed, yet immensely satisfying affair with the perfect intervals of time between courses to allow proper palate cleansing and conversation
And more than anything, it felt fabulous to not be plagued by the rushing bustling of my regular life- the need to go refill my parking, respond to a phone call, make it in time to work or an appointment. Just peace of mind and a welcome lack of obligations for the rest of the night.
Oh; yes and I finished absolutely everything plated to me without even feeling like I overate. It was glorious and in the words of David, “You were the little engine that could!” Indeed, an analogy to live by…in ways other than just food that is.
What is your favourite Thanksgiving dessert?
Do you ever go out for special occasions?
PS: The location from my prior post was Pondicherry, India- a former French colony on the Southeastern coast of India; and if you are interested, here is a link to the thankful list I wrote while there two years ago. Just a disclaimer: The writing style is a little delirious and I am well aware of the plethora of grammatical errors