Central Point, Oregon, April 10, 2010—
THE USUAL DRILL leaving Portland today: coffee and a croissant at Ken's Artisan Bakery; a stop at the Pearl Bakery to pick up gibassiers for tomorrow's breakfast; a quick stop at Powell's City of Books in case we'd forgotten something there.
Then a two-hour drive south to Brownsville to meet Bhishma for lunch at the Corner Cafe, whose salad greens are fresh and organic, from neighboring farms, and always make a good lunch.
We'd booked a cheap motel here in Central Point, thirty miles north of the California border, just a couple of miles from Medford, where last summer we found a decent dinner restaurant in the old train station. Tonight I had a Martini, a cup of Manhattan clam chowder, and then the eight-ounce New York steak, nicely grilled, with good French fries, a garlicky grilled tomato, and a mess of al dente zucchini, peppers, and carrots on the side.