Recent newcomer BRGR Bar on Brown Street in Portland had been on our radar since it first opened, and in May we finally got to sample its wares. What we expected was gourmet burgers, and we were not disappointed. What took us by surprise, however, was the plethora of delectable apps.
For many of us, Friday’s lunch trip to the East Ender restaurant on Middle Street was a return to the establishment, as we had previously dined there as a group back in August of 2014. Seated upstairs, our first thought was just how dark the room was this time around– there’s mood lighting, and then there’s romantic lighting, and then there’s “possibly eating lunch in a cave” lighting. Our experience was the latter.
Long-time readers of this blog might remember my less-than-enthusiastic review last year of Elevation Burger’s then-new location on Commercial St. in the Old Port. If it had been up to me, I probably would have never gone back; however, it seems that the Fates had other plans for me.
The disturbances started last summer. Pat would stagger into the office in a daze, a man possessed, muttering things about a burger of legend. Strange things whispered in a choked tone of quiet reverence that made no sense. An impossible culinary combination of land and sea, meats of claw and hoof sitting side by side within a single bun. The sandwich of kings, the lunch by which empires rose and fell. Read More »
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy. Finding outdoor table space for the legion of Page One employees, however, is not. Outdoor eating? Sure. Outdoor eating at a certain time? No problem. Outdoor eating at a certain time for 14 people? Portland, we have a problem.
Rivalries was our best bet for finding some coveted outdoor seating for the triple crown Friday Lunch. It was a lunch of new beginnings (I hope they keep me!), new beginnings in Rhode Island (Erich will be missed), and birthdays (Scott’s 21st birthday, I assume). They were the only game in town that didn’t scoff at a very large seating request and gave us decent odds for utilizing their spacious patio area. And we would have gotten away with the patio if it wasn’t for those pesky futbol fans.Read More »
I looked good. Though my wallet was $20 lighter, the glances I was garnering from both sexes as I walked down the street was proof positive that this haircut was money well spent. As I headed towards the Dogfish Bar and Grille (the most recent choice for Page One’s Friday Lunch), I had the distinct impression that I was emitting one-third James Dean cool, one-third James Brown funk and 33.3% Elvis Presley swagger. In short, I looked good.
I tried to imagine the collective gasps from my peers as I entered the dimly-lit bar and they laid eyes on me for the first time. How would they react? Read More »