Portland, Feb. 10-11—WHAT A DAY, eating-wise. We were flying up to Portland in the late afternoon, so we had a simple tuna sandwich for lunch. At the airport, though, we learned the flight was cancelled: nothing to be done but return home, hop into the car, and drive six hundred miles as quick as we could. No nice restaurant dinner in Portland, one of the eating capitals of the United States: salted nuts, a bad store-deli ham-and-cheese, and three or four of those dreadful "French vanilla cappuccinos" to keep us awake on the road.
Choose and Chews
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