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I followed Courtney from her first salon to her second, and I followed her to her own space, Bessie Day. She's put her heart into this place and it shows. Any cut, any color, even any product you need, and she has it. If you don't know what you want? Courtney will guide you to the right look for you. My hair, left to my own devices, is an unmitigated disaster. Every time I leave Bessie Day, I've got my groove back.
Today, I stopped in for a cut. It's been a bit and my hair was frizzy and unkempt - the usual for me. Courtney tamed the beast and found a hairstyle that fit my current beard-growing mood. I've seen her work on others, and it's always up to the same high standard, from complex cuts and colors to extensions to wedding hair.
In almost no arena is the axiom "you get what you pay for" more true than in hair. You could go to Supercuts, pay $11.95 for a haircut, get rushed into and out of the chair, and leave, with a imperceptibly heavier wallet and looking like a schmuck with a $12 haircut. Bessie Day Salon is worth every penny: personal (and personalized) service, attention to detail, and a passion for hair. You'll be doing yourself a favor.
This was a disappointment. My first issue was a minor quibble; no sticky rice? Every Thai place I've gone has had sticky rice. As it turns out, I wasn't that bothered, because that would have been good money after bad.
Second, and the big one: my duck curry was more skin and bones than meat. Not only was the actual duck nearly nonexistent, but I quit eating after about a third of the dish because I had to pick duck bones of various sizes from my mouth on every bite. I avoided them the best I could, but they couldn't have dumped more bones in there if they were trying to spite me. The flavor was fine, I suppose - not great or even particularly good, but would have been fine. But it wasn't good enough to be worth choking on a duck bone.
The end of the meal brought one more little annoyance. As a restaurant, when you split a check for $32.75 down the middle, you have some options. You can charge one person $16.38 and the other $16.37. If the math is challenging, you can do $16.35 and $16.40, or even $16.25 and $16.50. You can even round down a couple cents to $16.35 each; it's certainly no requirement, but it's a tiny touch that will impress someone like me.
What you absolutely cannot do, never ever, is round UP. $16.40 plus $16.40 is not $32.75. I'm well aware that five cents is an amount that I wouldn't reach under my car seat to retrieve, but it says something about your attitude towards customers to round up, and it doesn't say anything good.
The food was brought out impressively quickly. It would have been more impressive to make the food better though.23/05/2015 Thank you for your feedback and input to help us improve Maiphai (Bamboo) Thai's customer dining… En savoir plus
There are certain sacrifices that one makes when they choose to live JUST OUTSIDE a great urban food paradise like Portland. The food in Vancouver, sadly, just doesn't compare with across the river. The Olive Garden was voted best Italian food in Clark County for christ's sake. But we as citizens don't want to give up hope that we can find that place that breaks the Vancouverian mold that sucks the life out of the foodies here.
People, I've found that place. Sebastian Carosi - not actually the son of Malibu Sands manager Leon Carosi (I know, I was surprised too!) is more than that nice guy in the casual clothes that thanked us and waved on our way out (though really, nice guy!); he also has created a menu that rivals anything Portland can throw your way. We started our meal with a cheap-ass PBR (there's some Portland for you) combined with an awesome bloody mix - red beer, eat your heart out.
Then came the food. Seriously, guys, I can't even. The plate of pickled things - the eggs were tremendous; the carrots were simultaneously deliciously pickled and still maintained their crunch; I even didn't mind the beets, and I usually mind beets a whole lot. The fatback fries - I know Jim Gaffigan has said some mean things about fatback. Let me tell you: they're all lies. Pork belly + fresh cheese + herbs + pure f'n joy and goodness = yum. Then, there's the fried green tomatoes. Better than the movie, but sadly with less Kathy Bates. Still, you're going to wish that they lasted 136 minutes.
This place is a little out of the way, which scares me a little bit, since Vancouver has some trouble supporting things that are eclectic and unique. I've been wrong before about Vancouverites (Vancouverians? I don't know!) and I hope I'm wrong this time. This needs to be part of a new wave.
I can't recommend Courtney highly enough. Though I don't get to go to her anymore (sadface), she may know my hair even better than I do. Every time I've gone in there, I've left thrilled with the result, and she's always nothing short of a joy. She gives feedback on what will work best for you and makes it fun. She's always up for a challenge and always meets it.
First things first, this is a dive. Situated in a rejected Dairy Queen (complete with a sign converted from a DQ logo into an oyster), this is a hangout for salty locals and smart drunks. Don't let that deter you, especially if you're a connoisseur of fine drunk food. Don't let it scare you from ordering the raw oysters either; the clean, fresh half-shell oysters are only exceeded by the delicious shooters.
The oysters only push Shuckers into the 3-4 star category, though. While clean and fresh, there's only so much that can be done with a raw oyster. No, what puts Shuckers at a solid, glowing five stars is the Wimpy Burger. The Wimpy Burger is not a fancy food, nor is it a monster burger. A Wimpy Burger consists of a plain white bun, a tiny burger patty and a dab of special sauce. These three simple ingredients combine to make a meal that will make you slap someone to make sure it's real. And I ate them sober. Order at least a few; eat one or two and you're going to be jonesing for them long after.
All you need to know is that we picked a middling motel for our stay in Lincoln City for the sole purpose of being across the street from Tiki's. The fish tacos are clearly the star, as they're one of the few I've had in Oregon that don't deep fry their fish. The poached cod is lighter on the stomach while the tacos still pack in the flavor, and the margaritas hit the spot when you're knocking back a few with friends. The staff is delightful, and Gypsy the macaw is talkative, if not when you want her to be.
I have now made two trips to the Tin Shed. I am the kind of person that has to try the place with the big line at least once, to see if it's worth the hype. The fact that I've gone again is a testament to its quality. The 45-60 minute wait is mitigated by the self-serve coffee and water available inside. I wouldn't say that it's worth throwing punches to get a mug in the shape of a cat, but it's probably worth at least a strong elbow or two. Once you get inside, or the outside seating that's functionally inside (trust me, this is a good thing), expect a pleasant and good-natured server. That's before the food gets there, and once it does, wow. I had one of the stacked breakfasts on my first trip. As of the date of my second trip, I'm working on dropping some pounds. Looking at the menu, I picked what I thought was the bare bones breakfast, hoping I wouldn't leave hungry. Two eggs, three strips of bacon, a biscuit and half of my cheese grits later, the diet may be put on hold for a day.
Now I'm no food snob. Well, okay, I'm a bit of a food snob. After all, I'm the kind of person that thinks that if I go to a restaurant and order a New York steak, it shouldn't be gristly, overcooked, and oversalted. It should also be better than the three-dollar sirloin that I grilled myself the night before. The gravy should not be from a powder, nor should the mashed potatoes. The vegetables shouldn't be from a microwave, the fried halibut shouldn't be dry and cold, and the fries shouldn't be either. On the bright side, the water was almost cold.