Okay, okay, I get it. We are not hip young things. We are parents of suburban children. We have loads of useless responsibilities, mortgages, car payments, and we do NOT go see cool bands on a regular basis. We are living our version of “the dream” and I know it may be a little on the “hostess twinkle” side of things, but it suits us fine. We are a cliché. We know it, and it is okay to laugh at us. Hell WE laugh at us.
Now, this being said….I certainly like to hang where the cool hang. I do want to check out people who are living casual (meaning fun)and even edgy lifestyles. Children with gum in their hair? Leave it! Let’s go get breakfast! Boys in pink pants and long curly hair at age 4? Who cares…. they are “expressing themselves”. Bring it on. I love to see and experience everyone, and learn a little something in the exchange. NOTE: peanut butter gets gum out of hair. SECODARY NOTE: Don’t give people a dirty look when you have let your sons hair grow to his shoulders and put him in pink pants when I say “she’s so sweet! How old is she?”. Okay? I am not a jerk, HE WAS CUTE!
Stop number one: Arleta Library. I found this place by Googling breakfast restaurants and I had never heard of it and it looked fun! Well – I stuck the dismount on this one – it was phenomenal! Located across the street from Mt Scott Community Center is in a row of small businesses and in a very old building. I think there MAY have been 7 tables total. I am not sure if they are in fact a bakery as the name states but they did have what looked like a very good coffee cake. I did not order it but it looked GORGY. We selected some standards. The biscuits and gravy ( yum) and the breakfast sandwich (also YUM but ala carte so not enough food for Coach). They also French press all of their coffee, which is Stumptown and WONDERFUL. Verdict: We will return.
I will skip the HARROWING drive to Woodburn Outlet Mall as well as the shopping we did not do because it was pouring rain and I was so white knuckled by the time we got there all I wanted to do was look at miserable families looking for discounts in the sideways pouring rain (poorly done Woodburn…. you DO KNOW IT RAINS 300 DAYS A YEAR RIGHT? Figure it out. I want to be comfortable…. If I am comfy, maybe I will stay and not say to my husband “get me out of this hellhole before I start buying things from The Parfumeria!!”) So, like I said….I will skip it.
Time for lunch. Coach says “What is our next burger place”? YAY I think! I was just at Pete’s Coffee ( the one in Happy Valley that I LOVE) and I was told to check out Foster Burger. I pulled it up on the iPhone map-app and we still got lost. For the love of GAWD, this was the easiest place to find. Drove by twice. But we got there, and parked, right in front. Which was lovely since there was a small Typhoon occurring.
WHOA. A trip back in time. Show posters, dating back to the time of Satyricon (yep, I was one of those girls…. Doc martens, tight white t-shirt, and cut-offs….. jamming to the Sweaty Nipples). It was a little dark, and a lot of hip. Lots of cool kids eating burgers AND they have Lamb, Turkey and regular burgers. A French Fry option with truffle and squid ink! We had classic Foster Burgers – him with Cheddar and mine was oozing with Brie! A couple cokes and a large Fry! It was fantastic! A little too much food for me, but plenty for Coach. I ended up having fruit for dinner that evening….
After this, we paid our bill (reasonable!) and swam to our car. We let the nanny go home early and tried to burn calories but chasing the twins around the house. We watched some basketball, got cozy watching the storm, and went to bed early.
I have to say it was a good day…… to quote a damn good rap song.