4130 SW 117th Ave., Beaverton, 350-1801[HIDE THE NOODLE] Yuzu is about as conspicuous from the outside as a mafia betting parlor; multiple friends have wandered aimlessly nearby, convinced the
You are where you work, we’re told. Lawyers are
argumentative assholes, and nurses are either cold or caring. It’s a
trope common in fiction since Dickens. In The Typographer’s Dream,
The party of the year is vodka drunk and fish happy.
Kachka is like a party at Mom’s house—if your mom grew up near Minsk and had a weird thing for Lenin.
In a room decorated with both Soviet propaganda posters
and carved window frames from
The American Local was made on the
road—in a cheese-logged Wisconsin bar called the Old Fashioned, and
amid the cream and sugar of Iowa’s Waffle Stop Grill. It was made in the
Fireside is a hot spot thanks to two great new hires.
Food Reviews & Stories
Fireside doesn’t poach eggs—but damn if
they can’t pull a chef and lead bartender. When it opened a year ago,
the restaurant had already dramatically transformed the catacomb of