16 September 2017
Ugh…a hangover from hell thanks to yesterday’s unpleasantness. I tried to get a bit extra rest as today’s agenda is very thin. Made a few stops en route back to Portland, and of course got stuck in traffic in the middle of nowhere on I-5…do people know how to drive in the Pacific Northwest? THEY CANNOT MERGE.
Frustrated as heck I decided to just blow off any efforts at finding a new place for dinner. The place I had booked, which I shall not name, had offended me pretty badly when I looked at their Instagram feed. I’m sorry, there is no business posting anything that has a hammer and sickle on it, and my ethics and beliefs are far more valuable than any meal. So I cancelled the booking.
With traffic going up I-5 looking so bad I decided to go to another BBQ place to get some take-away, instead of the place I was originally looking at (Podnah’s). I hopped off the snail-pace “freeway” and drove up Lake Oswego, also managing to visit the grave of the great Linus Pauling, recipient of 2 Nobel prizes. Then I got to my destination, Pine Shed Ribs.
Seemingly in the middle of nowhere in the southern wealthy suburb of Lake Oswego, the aroma was tantalising. Luckily I got there after the lunch rush and took an order to go while enjoying a local cider…and listening on the convo of the entitled locals rushing in trying to dress down despite driving their Escalades…such poseurs…so typical of the region.
I’m sorry, there’s nothing progressive or liberal about the Pacific Northwest when you dig deeper. At the end it’s still about the wealthy running shop, despite their “caring” side — but they’ll only do it if there’s attention. When ego trumps real goodwill… And the underlying racism is far worse here than elsewhere. And the idiotic driving! Sorry, bad time for a rant…
I took my food and jumped into my car, blasting music so I can drown out all the voices that have been driving me mad from the locals… Used mostly local roads to bypass I-5 and fought my way north back to my hotel near the Washington border. Opened up my food and I smiled…
These small beef ribs were good, with wonderful aroma that quickly filled the room. Maybe a little on the dry side, but they were good. Then I opened the pork ribs…
Oh my these were fantastic, some of the best ribs I’ve had this year — and I’ve had a lot. Excellent stuff from a little place in the burbs.
I kept myself locked in my room all evening, finishing off these bones of joy, but mostly too mentally tired from going out for anything else. Oregon has drained me of energy and patience, and I really cannot wait to head to Alaska tomorrow morning — my 50th state.
Anyone reading this blog managed to do all 50 states?
Pine Shed Ribs
17730 Pilkington Road
Lake Oswego, Oregon