I need something quick for breakfast. A chore is calling me away from my computer, out into the day, and it strikes me that I haven't...

You'd never meet Donald Kotler and think, "Wow…what a badass!" And indeed, he is not. This native of Long Island, New Yor...

I get it, of course. A limited list, a plethora of possible picks. Endless opportunities for debate, nitpicking and what-ifs. But reall...

Describing your ideal restaurant is like listing the characteristics you look for in the ideal mate—it's entirely subjective. Tall and ...

My friend Donald Kotler loves to grow vegetables for his café, Toast , in southeast Portland. What he can't grow himself, he'll s...

Distance is a funny thing. Portlanders talk about how close they are to some of the best ski slopes in the country (45 minutes), great fish...

There is nothing I love better than helping others by helping myself. And the folks at Zenger Farm are giving all of us a chance to feel re...

In his usual incisive way, my brother said it best. "There should be a place like this in every neighborhood." We were halfway ...

I'm sure I've mentioned my recurring fantasy before. Not the one about Prince Charming riding up on his horse and sweeping me off m...

In a previous post about Toast, a new breakfast and lunch place in town that's now serving dinners four nights a week, I mentioned I...

There are times when I get home from my thrice-weekly workout and I'm ravenous. So when Kristin suggested following up last Friday...