We (and by "we" i mean mostly Kirsten) are watching another baby once a week so Baby's mother can go to a class and in exchange Sierra gets to go over and play for a few hours on Thursdays while mommy and daddy go on a date! Two times ago we went downtown and ate at one of the Laughing Planet Cafes after a failed attempt to infiltrate Gabriel's Bakery (mmmmm!). Last time we walked around Hawthorne and went to a cafe, ¿Por qué no? Taqueria, and a candy shoppe. This time we went to a place called Jam something-or-other on Hawthorne and 23rd after walking out of another restaurant because the food looked gross... We have been known to do this and have walked out of perhaps 6 restaurants over the course being together, I think all before ordering anything. But that is beside the point!
Here I am waiting outside of our breakfast nook of choice:
Here is Kirsten enjoying a later-declared mediocre drink from an impressive Bleh-Blah Tiki Man Mug. Behind her are lots of wires for some reason and the edge of a case chock full of Secret Aardvark sauce.
Aaron tries to take a decent macro photo: grapefruit juice, Tiki Man drink, Kirsten's finger perusing the menu.
Jam offered a mish-mash of standard fare and Hawthornesque/locavoire/sustainable/organic cuisine. Their menu boasted that their produce is delivered by foot power from Uncle Paul's Produce Market just across the street. This is rather nice, and of course begs the question of from whence does Uncle Paul get his fruit? And the name makes me think of my cousins referring to my dad as such. Unfortunately the tree is kind of blocking where it says "Uncle Paul" on the barn-ish thing. Also, "Wow".
Many of the interesting things to be experienced at Jam are found in the restroom. Ah, the restroom! That dear, beloved place we've visited before on this blog! In keeping with the Weird Ol' Portland theme, Jam's lavatory was quite eclectic. Weird locker thing + household cabinets + baby changing table + eclectic posters and such...one of which I found inappropriate to post here, though certainly appropriate as bathroom art.
Yeah! The internetz confirm my suspicion of this concert having been back in 2003. Note accompaniment (click to enlarge photo, as usual):
"Jam" Jack o' Lantern
Doodle while you urinate!
This is just brilliant. If you can't read the pencil writing in the 2nd box, it says...
"Run Soap under water for Instant spagetti"
Then we went to Uncle Paul's pumpkin patch.
This is what happens if you stay out past midnight or whatever.
Kirsten makes a toothsome friend. Delicata benevolently look on.
3 comments:
Did you write the U2 lyric on the urinal blackboard or did you reject someone's reality? Or both?
WOw! This was ONE date? Sounds amazing
The deepest thoughts come while on the pot! My friend and hos roomies used to keep a poo journal in the bathroom of their dormitory! it was called the "log book"
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