Not too many years ago two adorable people decided to open a tiny cafe in North Portland. I’ve eaten there many times and befriended them at least a little bit–they’re some of the few people who comment on this here blog from time to time–and I was saddened to hear a few weeks ago that their adorable cafe had sprung a leak. A serious leak. A “are we really sure we want to do this for a living” leak.
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Little Red Bike Cafe: Save the Cutest Thing Ever
leave it to a physicist to take it waaaaay too far
FIrst it was engineers going overboard to get the most bang for their buck at the salad bar, now it’s physicists abusing their access to doomsday technology that Pinkie and the Brain so desperately want.
baseball food
The first time I ever ate sushi was at the San Diego Padres baseball park. I don’t remember much of anything about the game, just the sheer size of the park to my wee 6 year old eyes, the navy seamen in full dress riding up and down the escalators at attention just like my litle penguin slide game, and eating a something very, very odd but strangely delicious. I was always a very picky eater, but I like my first sushi.
Fast forward 20 odd years and i’ve recently resumed my baseball attending ways. The last few games I’ve attended I didn’t even eat anything, but when a crusty old red sox fan bothers to write up his thoughts about Safeco Field’s food selections as opposed to Fenway’s, it gets dropped here.
hat tip to my boy Gary Grass, who added “I almost expect him to say ‘they do wild stuff to their fish out there – like cook it on a grill!’”
