This post is the post I’ve been wanting to share with you since our road trip last fall. THIS post is the post I keep thinking, “I need to get to that.” With my editor working on The Downward Spiral and my rotator cuff healing, I’ve finally gotten to it. I have to credit Chaz on finding this gem that we went to for a late lunch that turned into early dinner too. It was our last day in Portland and I spent much of it doing our laundry before heading south to Arcata, CA and the redwoods.
Ground Breaker Brewing & Gastropub is in the same neighborhood as New Cascadia Traditional, and they use bread from New Cascadia Traditional in the restaurant – fortuitous since we weren’t able to get back there to try more of their goodies. The brewery and gastropub are dedicated gluten-free. Craft beer…gluten-free. Not the “popular” watered down stuff forced on us at the grocery stores. Not the faux gluten-free beers that are not really “gluten-removed.” Real beer that will stand up to any gluten-full beer on the market – I’m saying that as a fan of Guinness and of microbrews BGF (before gluten-free). Green’s Dubbel Dark Ale is my preferred gluten-free beer, but if it were readily available here, I would choose almost any of the brews from Ground Breaker.
I couldn’t decide which beer I wanted so I noticed that they have tasting trays. I was a little bummed thinking I was going to be limited until I saw a tray for all eight beers they had on tap while we were there. DEBI WINS! I proudly ordered it and the waiter asked, “Are you sharing?” “No,” I answered. He eyed me dubiously, “You know it’s almost two pints.” I think to myself, “Ha! That’s nothing, you should’ve seen me in college!” But what I really say is, “Bring it on!” I would love to tell you all about each one of them, but I forgot to take tasting notes and I’ll tell you why in a minute. What I can tell you is other than the Strawberry IPA, I would drink any of them again. It’s not that the Strawberry IPA is bad, strawberry beers are just not my thing. I try and try and try again and I still don’t care for them. The fig pale ale was pretty tasty. That was a limited seasonal brew though, so don’t expect them to have it if and when you go.
Chaz isn’t a beer drinker. He has liked a few brews from another restaurant/brewery chain, but it’s not a regular occurrence. So he chose their “guest tap.” Nectar Creek mead.
When perusing the menu and I realized they used bread from New Cascadia Traditional, I got excited. Like, can’t sit still excited. So of course we ordered bread to start with. It was crusty on the outside and pillow-y soft on the inside. I won’t lie, Chaz let me eat most of it.
And now the reason why I forgot to take tasting notes. Fried chicken. Fried. Chicken. FRIED CHICKEN. I GOT TO ORDER FRIED CHICKEN! *fans self* Whew, sorry about that. Okay. Fried Chicken Bowl. It’s on their lunch menu but not their dinner menu. It’s buttermilk fried chicken. To. Die. For. You chose three different sides. Rice or greens, and two of cabbage slaw, pickled vegetables, kimchi, or collard greens. I chose rice, cabbage slaw, and pickled vegetables. Back home, when something is really good we say, “Broke da mouh.” This was broke da mouth all da way.
It didn’t end there though. I ordered the September Sweet Peach Bread Pudding for dessert. And yes, the bread is from New Cascadia Traditional. After a few bites, I had to ask for a to-go box, but the deliciousness! It wasn’t overly sweet like many desserts and I like that. It helps me savor every component of the dessert without feeling like I’m getting a cavity as I’m eating it…or worry about a possible sugar crash. That’s the thing about Adrenal Fatigue Syndrome, even when you feel functionally normal, sometimes your adrenals will remind you that you’re not. Mine likes to remind me if I have too much sugar and when I used more spoons than I should have.
My friend, Johnna of In Johnna’s Kitchen, did a beer tasting with some friends at her place. Ground Breaker was one of the company’s she contacted while seeking out good gluten-free beers. You can read her post on the beers and tastings notes here. Needless to say I was ready to jump on a plane as soon as I found out she manged to procure Ground Breaker’s tasty goodness.
It was sad leaving Portland the following day, but after a good breakfast at a cafe I directed Chaz to my old house and my old school.
The house was newly built when we moved in. We were living in an apartment while it was being finished. We didn’t have as much greenery in the front and the trim was yellow back then. That living room window is where I sat and watched the Mt. St. Helen’s eruption. That evergreen in the back…it was just a sapling when we moved in.
Of the many elementary schools I attending, Reedville is the one I went to for the longest stretch of time, 2 1/2 years. I made many friends here and I was devastated when my parents moved us to California. I was able to keep in touch with one of my classmates after leaving, even getting to meet up with him while he was attending Annapolis while I was in D.C. on vacation in college. And more recently, through him on Facebook, I reconnected with a few other classmates. Gosh we’re all grown up now!
Next up on this road trip series…tamales in Fresno.