A Work-Free Smoke Place: Smokehouse 21

We love Smokehouse 21's slogan up there in the title. And their pig! On our last night in Portland we walked a few blocks for some meat. Art got the ribs (which we'll be enjoying for days in the camper) plus cowboy beans and mac 'n cheese.

It was such a cozy spot on a drizzly night. And frankly, Portland's air quality has been awful. They even have air quality alerts (notice how I'm burying this criticism in a post on barbeque?)

Everything homemade here, and well sourced. I had succulent pulled pork plus sides of kale (in a killer sauce, with meat, of course) and house-pickled vegetables that cut the fat perfectly. Gonna be making some of these when I get home.

We Heart Portland

After several days of walking this neighborhood and sampling its offerings, you're likely tired of my enthusiastic impressions. Portlandia aside, I can say some of the nicest people I've met live here, extraordinarily generous, civil, and friendly.

Plus, dogs in drugstores.

How can you not like that?

Craft beer everywhere

Small businesses 

that seem to be thriving

Today we start the mindset adjustment that will move us from the conveniences of a vibrant city to life in a small space with the natural world just outside our door.

There's a burgeoning Goodwill a block away and I scored some fine camping clothes and reading material. We're doing laundry too--yes, this little hotel has a washer and dryer, a boon to those on the road.

A neighborhood church

Apartments

Art was stunned by this massive beam:

2' X 2' X 50'

So many styles...

For certain we'll return.