After sampling the Prickly Pear Braggot, the BF and I took a short jaunt-just across the street- to check out the happy hour. (Apparently Portlanders love Happy Hours, so at Portland Monthly we’re trying to profile one a week). Though it was held at weird hours (2-5? Who’s even off work then?) and the BF didn’t like the pigs in a blanket (“kinda burnt”), the fondue was to die for. Read my post about it here.
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