a message from the pork council

By Todd Stadler · Sunday, April 8, 2001 9:01pm

We went to the (original) Original Pancake House. It was, as usual, a gastrointestinal delight. If not something my arteries will be enjoying over the next couple of days, at least my gastrointestines are happy.

I had so much meat! I ordered the links and eggs, just because I so craved the three buttermilk pancakes that would come with them. Mmm... But Gerry and I also split a side of bacon, adding up to around eight servings of pork product for me, just one short of the recommended daily allowance.

As usual, I noticed that the people in the pancake house don't look like the people I'm used to seeing. No hippies. No hipsters. (The only "hip"s are those amply padded by many wonderful meals of "dutch babies" and continental crepes) Not, in general, lots of young people. They're just normal folk, except that such folk aren't so normal in my experience of Portland.

I must remember to get out of the downtown area more often.