James and I are always prepared to steal a few moments for impromptu dates. Recently, while the boys were baking holiday pies at the Portland Culinary Workshop, James and I wandered down to the popular Mississippi Avenue to find a good spot. Per usual, we brought our computers and were prepared to get some work done as well.
But then we noticed Interurban, an unassuming pre-prohibition era bar and kitchen with a rich brick storefront. We wandered in and sat by the window. I had resolved to skip an adult beverage, but then I noticed their wine list and remembered who I am, so I dove in head first into a beautiful dry, bubbly rosé. James ordered a Training Sequence from their cocktail list. It’s described on the menu as Appleton Estate Signature rum, Lazzaroni amaretto, fresh-squeezed apple juice, lemon juice, maple syrup, and nutmeg, but I would describe it as HOLY HECK THIS IS FALL IN A GLASS BUT BETTER.
Food was so hard to choose. Everything looked incredible. To start we went with the Venison Tartare and it did not disappoint. Housemade potato chips, friends. That is all. Also it provided the opportunity to do baby fork hands and that is *always* a major seller with our crew.
We were feeling slightly hungover from a big Italian meal the night before, so James ordered Portland’s Finest Hand-Dipped Corndog. I ordered the steak frites and it was absolute perfection.
James tried his best to not make eye contact with the other patrons while he had a big, long, juicy, thick corndog in his mouth, but with me rocking a massive camera pointed directly at him, all the tables around us ended up getting a really good laugh. And me too. Which made the “photoshoot” take longer. Which was definitely not intentional 😉
He’s going to kill me for this.
hahahaha. till death do us part, baby.