How the Waterfront Went from a Shit-Filled Disaster to Portland's Real "Living Room"
My Last Supper column this week is on the new NW outpost of Olympic Provisions (spoiler alert...I liked it!). This past weekend—and just after my deadline—they opened up for brunch service. I haven't had a chance to try out their new offerings, but Eater's Erin DeJesus writes that the menu includes "brioche bread pudding, rotisserie chicken hash, and a European breakfast board with salami, house smoked fish, cheese, and seven-minute eggs. (Also available: OP's house-made ham, bacon, and maple sage breakfast links.)"
Across town, another recent object of my affection, Otto, has entered the weekend brunch fray as well. It looks like the menu will change a bit form week to week, but last weekend featured "Pork Belly, Braised Cabbage and Scrambled Eggs, Short Rib Hash & Magic Eggs, Shrimp and Grits, and Créme Brulee French Toast." If I walk by and see all of you waiting outside Screen Door on Sunday, you only have yourself to blame.