Portland: Tasty n Sons

I snuck into the wildly popular Tasty n Sons on a weekday morning at about 11:30, just before the peak of the brunch rush. The high-ceilinged, post-industrial building bustled with folks hurrying to the coffee bar to beat off the morning, rainy chill while they waited. My sister and I finally grabbed seats at the bar, and having already had plenty of time to peruse the menu, ordered right away. I had a bloody mary (surprise) spicy and well-garnished with house-made pickled vegetables (if a bit small) “Midwestern” style – with a beer back just like they serve them in Chicago.

Tasty n Sons divides their brunch menu into small and larger plates, though often the servings look to be about the same size. My sister’s fried green tomato BLT was equal in size to my “tasty muffin,” a fried egg, cheddar, tomato and aoili sandwich on a delightfully fluffy and skillet-fried english muffin. No giant platters of food here, just great local grub. Next time I’m in the PDX I’ll be back for dinner.

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Brunch Run: Jack’s Firehouse

To be honest, Jack’s would not have been high on my list for a brunch visit. But I had some friends participating in the Philadelphia AIDS Walk and a fellow West Philadelphia Brunch Runner (shout out to Moody) and I decided to RUN the walk. We just started 1.5 hours later! 8+ miles down the road on that beautiful fall morning, we wanted brunch and bloody marys, and we wanted it fast, so we met up with our fellow AIDS Walk buddies at Jack’s. Pictured above: The bloody mary and Philly Pale Ale I ordered immediately. The bloody mary was serviceable, especially if you like Old Bay seasoning, but didn’t include any garnish – OK a lemon and a lime slice, but no pickles, no olives, no celery, no baby tomato, no nothing. No kidding.

A pickle was also conspicuously missing from my sandwich plate. I ordered the portabello sandwich with pecan pesto (a questionable concept). Luckily, I had them throw a fried egg on top (it was brunch, after all) which oozed nicely and help to save the stale bun. I was starving, and dug in before I remembered to take a photo. While you see some greens on the plate, rest assured I ordered a side of fries. Would I go back? Nope. I do love to run the 8-mile loop up near the art museum, though. Where do you go for brunch in Fairmount/ Art Museum area?

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