[I'm going to try something different with this blog. I'm going to do shorter, quicker posts, and then elaborate later. I'm just frustrated at how far I get behind. So I beg you: Read these new updates, but come back sometime soon and see if they are longer with more photos. That's what I'm going to try to do.]
People warn us about the lines at Tin Shed on the weekends. Oh, long lines. “Yes, it may be an hour-long wait.” But Portlanders appreciate a good breakfast and they will wait to get it if they have to. And you can have free coffee, good coffee, while you wait. Pour it yourself. This could be OK.
We get to this popular little restaurant on Alberta Street about 7 AM as the place is just opening, and there is no line yet. It’s drizzly outside. One of the servers, Sheree, is getting the place open, prepping the patio, greeting the first few people who arrive, and she welcomes us.
My trusty cameraman Bob usually starts by getting some shots of the building’s exterior, showing the place in morning light, capturing the empty street at that hour, and the first stirrings of the people who exercise, despite the rain.
We interview some of the early eaters, wise to get here before the rush. The various dishes on the menu have clever names, some with obvious logical reasons, others with more obscure connections to the platter being presented. When we eventually sit down to taste some of the fare here, I get the Everything Naughty plate, including sausage, biscuits with gravy (but I go with the rosemary-mushroom gravy instead of the bacon gravy), scrambled eggs and one of the famous Tin Shed potato cakes. Oh people love these potato cakes!
One of the cool things here is if you sit on the patio (and we did — although Pittsburghers might think it was too soon and chilly to be doing so), you are allowed to bring your dog or dogs. They seem to like it. I haven’t been to a restaurant with dogs since I lived in France.
(more to come)