Beast. It’s a place to eat in Portland, OR. Three seconds on them intarwubs you’ve heard so much about will tell you more than I could possibly share. We just did their brunch. Anything good you’ve read about them, seems likely to be true.
I am now spoiled. Breakfast will never be the same again. Yeah, their brunch will hit the spot.
No, we won’t torment you with too much food p0rn. Just imagine what you had for breakfast today, only it was basically perfect, and you didn’t have to do any of the work. And yes, apparently we are they only people in Portland over the age of 30 who were able to afford to eat breakfast here.
There are words on this menu I hadn’t seen before in the wild.
Basically, the place is pretty much perfect. If I could improve on two things that would be:
- Portland Loud Restaurant Syndrome. I don’t spend enough time dining out in other cities to know if this disease has spread beyond our fine city, but why can’t we carry on conversation without having to lean in close to hear what each other is saying?
- This might be splitting the hairs too fine, but the perfect brunch is not just about great company and delicious food, but also a luxurious experience, which includes a luxurious use of time. Don’t get me wrong — the team there did a lovely job and I’m looking forward to a future visit. It’s hard to find something for them to improve on, but my request would be to work on the perception of the luxurious use of time. There’s a bit of a feeling of being on a schedule. The music and noise is a touch frantic… perhaps?