Where's Poppy?

Let's play a game. The Sheriff is on business in Portland, and whether you guessed it or not, will be staying at the Chateau de Baby Sister. And like always, there's a texting battle of where to go to dinner. And who gets left out? This blogger all the way on the wrong coast.

So last night was a hit on the Deschutes Brewery in the Pearl District. A brewery that originates out of Central Oregon (for those who have heard of the Deschutes river...woah....2...and...2...together! Nice work, Carmen Sandiego.) My vote was for Ol' Spaghetti Factory since the nearest one out this way is the one wook and I hit up during Christmas last year in Nashville, TN. Norfolk to Nashville, toooooo far for mizithra. I complain about driving 10 minutes to dinner around town.

So we'll see if I get an email tonight/tomorrow morning spiraling me into a depression because I'm on the wrong coast, with the wrong food (you know how hard it is to find Hawaiian - impossible!), and the wrong beer (Sam Adams, Shpam Adams it's generic and bland and lacking all things integral for a great beer - next!).

And in case you can't tell...that's the Sheriff's hand in the picture. Probably texting.