One part ramen den, one part izakaya, two parts modernista basement bunker, this chef hangout is run by the most improbable Japanese cook in town: a white guy from Michigan. [Eater 38 Member] Read more.
St. Jack is cultivating a well-deserved reputation as an incubator for up-and-coming talent. Sit back and enjoy a few whiskey cocktails, rich escargot gratin and roasted bone marrow. [Eater 38 Member] Read more.
The closest thing Portland has to a New York-style Jewish deli. No "artisan" sandwiches here, just simple, unpretentious towers of pastrami, chopped brisket and pickled tongue. [Eater 38 Member] Read more.