So we have been taking refuge in any place with AC.
This particular cool spot, also happens to be one of my favorite places, the Pearl Bakery, in the Pearl district, downtown.
I am not so keen on the whole Pearl district, which brought with it's development a form of gentrification so extreme, that it left my favorite part of Portland unrecognizable to me, but I will ignore that travesty for a decent cup of coffee and a pistole, on a hot day.
Gone are the industrial lofts and galleries, here are the yuppies and decent Italian coffee.
so it goes.
The Pearl has pretty much everything I look for in a cafe, Illy coffee, good simple bread, tastefully simple decor, marble tables, knotty pine credenzas, fresh flowers and really exceptionally great service.
I stopped in here on my way home from the hospital, after having Freyja, despite not feeling well, and the early immersion seems to have worn off, because nary a Sunday morning passes when she doesn't jump on my head at 6:30am and demand a Kaiser roll.
This is what I had to look forward to at home. A dining room so intensely hot, the candles were drooping.
They are my favorite candles too, dang.
i read you more often than i'm able to comment, so i don't usually go back and comment on old posts, but THIS PHOTO of the candles made me laugh until i hurt something!! hahahahhaha!!
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