After a few hours of chilling at our hotel post-race, we met up with our friend Luke for dinner at Screen Door. (I’ve been planning to reward myself with their fried chicken if I made it through the race for about a month.) In the past, I’ve had issues post-race with my stomach being nauseous and feeling terrible, so it’s a testament to my improved nutrition plan that I finished this one feeling relatively okay. I still stuck with liquids (including a Mexican Coke generously relinquished by my mom) and watermelon for the first couple of hours post-race. Some of which may or may not have been consumed in a jacuzzi tup watching TV…
Anyway, I donned my super-sexy compression sleeves to accessorize my otherwise appropriate dinner attire and we hobbled off to dinner. (I love Portland because no one batted an eye at my strange attire, except for another diner who asked how my race went… ) We got a seat on the outdoor patio and I ordered my first Manhattan in about 14 years.
Yum! When M & I had been at Screen Door last winter, we’d sat at the bar and watched them crank out a million of these. I swore I’d try one next time I was here and voila! Apparently, they’re the hot drink right now. Who knew? Plus, it’s nice to have a non-frilly drink in my arsenal… And then of course, the star attraction:
(Apparently, I was too hungry/excited to get a picture that was in focus… ) I’ll confess I only made it through about a third of it before the stomach cried uncle, but it would make for delicious leftovers. We bid Luke adieu and headed home for some much needed sleep. And another soak in the jacuzzi tub.
But our Portland indulgences were not done. As part of the morning errands we had to take care of before we could head home, I had one more piece of decadence on my list. A trip to Pine State Biscuits:
This place opened just as we were leaving Portland and I’ve been meaning to visit for years, having heard wonderful things about it. Ordinarily, I can’t resist the siren song of Jam, but luckily this place was much closer to our hotel. And because I could, I went for the Reggie Deluxe:
That’s right, more fried chicken. On a biscuit. With bacon, egg, cheese and gravy. So much Southern-ness in one place. (My sister-in-law joked that they needed to serve it on top of grits… ) It was delicious (duh) but definitely not an every day indulgence. (But an excellent motivation to get out and train!) All in all, it was a very successful trip to Portland…
































































