Egg sandwich with pickles. Don’t knock it until you try it. I’ve tried it, and been back for more.

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Egg sandwich with pickles. Don’t knock it until you try it. I’ve tried it, and been back for more.
Big spot big menu great spot for sports.
City Point has a food hall downstairs and the Food Heaven sign didn’t lie.
Once upon a time, I read that Leonardo DiCaprio’s been to Two Hands.
Tiny South Street Seaport taco spot. Lunch, not dinner.
The Boss and I managed to take second place in bar trivia that night. Also, a disaster of blocks thanks to Jenga.
Charcuterie & steak tartare in an old bank vault. Sophisticated.
Somehow I managed to carry the little voodoo doll all the way across the country before impaling him with a pretzel. He deserved it.
Love me a place that I’m actually given a turntable of choices of which beans I want.
Places like the lush trail at Spencer Butte make me wonder why my address isn’t in the PNW.
You can’t be in the PNW and not have craft beer for dinner.
Sonoma in a nutshell.