Meg let me choose all of the events of the day leading up to Father's Day, within reason, of course. I chose to ride bicycles downtown for a series of evenst, beginning with a "Portland Underground" tour. We got to go underneath a restaurant in Old Town/Chinatown where the owners, many, many years ago, would perform various deeds of mischief, including the capture and holding of slaves to sell to ships sailing to the Orient. There really wasn't a whole lot to see in the "underground," which was little more than a basement, but the guide had stories aplenty and tried really hard to convince us that there were ghosts still haunting the underground. We didn't experience anything special, but I am somewhat skeptical of such supernatural things, though not completely disbelieving either.
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| Dining at Departure |
Adjusting to the suddenly hot and bright overworld was overwhelming, but we rode to
Departure, a restaurant at the top of the Meyer and Frank building, without issue. The restaurant was very modern, and the dress code was supposed to be something more than my standard shorts and t-shirt, so I packed a collared shirt and put it on before being seated (not that I needed it, as much of the crowd was dressed down). The food was good but not so plentiful to fill my frame, so I convinced Meg to visit one of my favorite foodcarts that serves okonomiyaki. She tried it, tolerated it, then found her own foodcart for a different snack.
We finished up the night at the Fox Tower Cinema to watch The Kings of Summer. We had seen a preview of this film the last time we were at this theater (for Mud--best film of 2013 for me, I predict). We both enjoyed it before riding home in the dark.
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