Sake To Me

NOA Sushi 

Beaverton OR

Week 4 January 23

One of the problems of being good cooks, cooks who grow and cook and eat our own creations, is that it is hard to find a meal that is significantly better or different than what we can prepare at home. So, this week we decided to find food that we don't make at home. Also, concern for healthy eating is no small factor in deciding what we will both enjoy and digest.

H chose Japanese food and researched for high ratings and images of beautiful dishes.  Arriving on Friday, (it was another beautiful faux spring evening) I was somewhat disappointed to find myself in a strip mall in the Murray Hill area of Beaverton. However, we stepped into a brightly lit, clean and modern space with tables and a sushi bar complete with three sushi chefs. Even as they just opened, many tables were already filled, and a continued to be busy with customers and take-out orders.

It took time to peruse the extensive menu; however, we had prepared ourselves ahead of time by watching several YouTube videos about Japanese dishes. Nonetheless, there were many unfamiliar items. Our charming server helped us select Sake (Drunken Whale brand, who could resist?) which was light and lovely, and after careful deliberation, we chose five small plates. While we waited, we watched one after another spectacular bowl and platter arrive at surrounding tables. We even asked our neighbors what they were eating. (A $55 bowl of multicolored fish - sashimi).

Since I do not eat raw fish, I was pleased to note that the menu includes little green fish icons to indicate raw food. We ate tempura shrimp, squid karage, Kobe beef wrapped around enoki mushrooms and green onion, grilled yellow tail collar and miso black cod, which was beyond delicious.  The servings were generous and perfectly cooked and beautifully presented. No rice, no sides, we ate it all and savored every bite. 

This restaurant gets a 10 out of 10 and we will go back. It was so enjoyable that we've spent the last several days learning about and purchasing Japanese foods to eat at home - healthy and delicious. 

$101

 

Nostrana

Week 3 January 17, 

Saturday was beautiful, a classic faux spring day in Oregon. The sky was so clear and blue that all the mountains were visible in their full glory as we crossed the I-5 bridge.  Sunny skies in winter are joy inducing. So is going out for a fun date - at almost any time.

Nostrana is an Italian restaurant, consistently one of PDX most highly rated.  We pulled into its parking lot and entered through a strangle double door arrangement I assume is in place to maintain heat.  The place is beautiful, warm and inviting with wooden walls, wide windows and lots of large posters throughout. Our table was at the windows, but each of us took the time to stroll around and admire the stunning bar, (thanks to the person who suggested that), its collection of roosters, and a huge farm scene mural that sets the tone of farm to table food to come. we were told that there are roosters in many forms hidden throughout the restaurant. 

Once seated, it was impossible not to admire the intricate woodwork of the soaring celling, and the decorative giant linen-like globes and large flowers of twisted fabric. 

The place was busy and full, but pleasantly quiet with soft music in the background. It's always good, in these post-pandemic days to see full tables and lots of activity, but that often means loud noise. After admiring the decor, H, the engineer pointed out that the ceiling decor also functions as sound absorption. Smart

Last week, we had been served by a slightly ditsy waitress, here, our server was delightful, funny and knowledgeable. She helped us select our glass of wine, which was served in the most beautiful and graceful glass. (It's the little things that please me.) 

We started with radicchio salad, red greens Caesar salad style. Fabulous. I ordered a pasta in lamb sauce and spinach. Not surprisingly, H ordered pizza Fra diavolo., from the wood fired oven. The food, though delicious and generous, was not outstanding, although I'd gladly go back and try more of the dishes. My pasta could have had more meat in the sauce, and the pizza dough was not crisp enough. The toppings were good. 

We shared perfect tiramisu for dessert, which was delivered with a lit rooster shaped candle. Happy Anniversary. Our server reminded us to blow out the candle and make a wish. 50 more years? At least 50 more great meals.

The check includes a 22% tip built in - I was glad I noticed because we were already calculating a tip to add ...

All in all, a lovely experience. 7 out of 10. 

total $161.04

  

 week two - we can be critics too

Stockpot Broiler at Red Tail Golf Course Sunday 11

It started off great. The restaurant was beautiful with a view of sunset over the golf course. On arriving, having informed our reservation that we were celebrating an anniversary, we were handed an envelope containing a Happy Anniversary card on Stockpot stationary, signed colored markers by .... who knows. 

I liked last week's champagne better.

Once seated, I ordered a sparkling wine cocktail with Absolut grapefruit and cranberry. It arrived a thing of scarlet beauty in a shapely glass, and, as the waitress said, "very refreshing." 

H chose this restaurant because the menu includes bouillabaisse, his favorite, and from my perspective, offered many tempting choices. Then the bread was served. In our family, good bread is an essential element. It's difficult to buy bread better than what H can bake, but a good effort is always appreciated. The bread served (with herb garlic butter) was clearly not baked in house. Not a good sign.

H ordered the bouillabaisse, and I ordered chicken marsala (one of my favorite dishes) served on black pepper linguini. We chose not to order appetizers etc., from a tempting assortment of possibilities - so there would be room for dessert. 

The second clue arrived with the bouillabaisse. This is dungeons crab season in Oregon. However, the chunk of crab on H's bowl was snow crab. In other words, not fresh and local.  Plainly stated, this was disappointing. despite this, H was happier than me - there was plenty of good seafood, well cooked in flavorful broth. However, the spoon provided with too small for enjoying the soup. My dish was chicken tossed in an oddly sweet sauce, not chicken marsala. The pasta was undercooked and heavy and flecked with black pepper. Clearly, corporate food - not the work of a chef. 

For dessert we ordered Limoncello Cake with berries. It was cake - though of no particular flavor with a dense cream (likely not dairy) served with a hearty serving of 6 blueberries. 

H described our experience perfectly, "everything bore a close resemblance to what we expected."

Nonetheless, we had a very good time - there is something freeing about knowing we will have lots of opportunities to try new places, discover what we like and what to look for as clues of what to expect. And to form our own opinions as part of our experience. This place, though highly rated, was not our slice of bread. Next up we will be finding small, non-corporate related restaurants to try. 

Totl $108.50

 

  Another, but different kind of ... inspiring idea

January 12, 2026

This year marks fifty years of marriage for H and me.  Certainly, something to celebrate - but how? That was the topic of several conversations over the holidays. After eliminating a cruise (everybody gets sick), long travels, (what about the dogs?), and a few other ideas, H arrived at a truly inspired idea.  

Take the budget we might spend on a major (but limited time) adventure and use it for a weekly night out to some of the great restaurants and venues in Portland and surrounding areas. A year of weekly great meals at places that we might never have had the opportunity or motivation to enjoy in the past feels like a perfect way to celebrate. 

We both love this idea - each for our own reasons. For me, I love a chance to get dressed up, see new faces, visit new places. For us both is means something to look forward to and plan every week, and of course, the chance to eat and explore great food and cooking. The plan is each of us gets to choose a place and plan the details. 

Last week, the first Sunday in January, we started off at Laurelhurst Market, my choice. A good omen, in the form of a rainbow, shined on us as we left the house. 

Laurelhurst Market turned out to be a great choice - the glass display case filled with charcuterie and meats of all kinds set the tone for real food and human hands doing the cooking. We had marked anniversary as our special occasion on our reservation (we will do this every time) and were greeted with glasses of champagne.

In all ways, service, atmosphere, food and enjoyment, this place did not disappoint. The charcuterie board, a selection of excellent pates, cold cuts and pickled vegetables would have been enough, but the steak (we shared) was tender and flavor rich. Jut what I was hoping for. Top this off with chocolate mousse for dessert, and a good time was had by all.

When we left, we took a moment to admire the full moon shining on us.

We rate this place a 9 /10. My only nit was choosing a cocktail with smoked ice. I found that weird - I'll not choose that again, though I will continue to try new cocktails as often as possible.  The total with tip $126.  We'd definitely go back. 

Israel 6: The Dead Sea

This was one of the best and most anticipated parts of our trip. I have photographs of my mother grinning and slathered in the healing black mud associated with a visit to the Dead Sea spas. And, another, far more recent of my daughter in much the same pose. Also, I have pictures of them floating in the saline waters. I have always wanted to swim here.

One of the concerns I had about our trip was how we would get from place to place. As it turned out, and much to my relief, bus transportation was excellent and affordable. We took an early bus that brought us  past the beautiful Ein Gedi Kibbutz and gave us a look at Masada, a place we had hoped to visit. However, the outside temperature was 107 degrees. We took this ascent off our itinerary and headed to the beach and the hotel district in Ein Bokek. 

I had been concerned about the proper stop to get off, and had mentioned to Hank that I would ask the bus driver when we got closer to the area. However, as the Dead Sea came in sight, so did our hotel, the Crowne Plaza. I pointed this out to Hank, hopped up and got off the bus, assuming he was right behind. Our luggage was in the underbus storage - far in the back. I had managed to reach mine, and was going for H's when suddenly, the bus pulled away. "My husband is still on there," I exclaimed to the group of Hebrew speaking passengers who had disembarked with me. One offered his phone - but I figured (hoped?) H would notice I was gone. Anyway, I had my luggage, my passport and a reservation …

Several minutes after I rolled into the lobby, he arrived. Let's just say this is not the first time we've mixed our signals. 

The first thing that struck me about this area was its incredible color. The world looked like an abstract painting done in pastels. 

The view from our tenth story windows was a never ending pleasure. And so was the water - I could not get enough of the weirdly oily, warm, salty buoyant sea. Warning signs say to stay in no more than 30 minutes at a time, and there are clocks in easy sea view. I maxed out every time - then headed immediately to wash off in the beach showers. Any salt remaining quickly became pretzel type crystals. Kosher salt anyone? 


The other awesome amenity of our stay was the FOOD. We were really hungry for dinner on our first night. We had purchased dinner tickets, but were unprepared for the array of cold dishes arranged on buffet tables, hot foods of every description, and incredible desserts- all kosher. As I mentioned earlier, kosher food does not mix meat and dairy, so I was particularly impressed by the variety of creamy desserts made without cream. We could hardly wait to see what would appear on the breakfast buffet - now that we knew what an Israeli breakfast consists of. 

Our second night, Friday, was Israel Independence Day, the 70th anniversary. The hotel was filled with celebrants, and decked out in blue and white balloons. The dessert table did not disappoint.

This day, April 18, was also the anniversary of my mother's death. Walking through the lobby I came across a table covered in Yahrzeit (memorial candles). I am sure my mother was pleased and surprised to find her candle glowing in Israel this year.

This trip had so many wonderful moments - but the one that touched me most happened as I was walking out of the water after a mid morning dip. Many of the hotel guests were Russian speakers. I could not tell (or understand) if they were travelers or emigres, however, I noticed a group of about a dozen standing together in the water. As I passed them by, on this memorial day, I heard singing, and turned to see the group, now formed in a circle, singing Hatikvah, (the Hope) the Israel national anthem, in Hebrew, hands on heart. 

In the evenings, after dinner, Hank and I loved strolling out to the covered area over the water to watch the colors change as the day turn to evening. The air was soft, dry and warm. Sitting on the Israel side, we noticed lights coming on across the water …  easy swimming distance away - in Jordan, another country. Another world. I loved our three days here … 

5: Israel Museum

The Israel Museum is described as an Encyclopedic Collection. This means that it has an incredibly broad variety of exhibits, including Chanukah menorahs, actual parts of synagogues from other parts of the world, cultural clothing from many areas, archeological displays, paintings, sculpture, a beautifully painted Sukkah, necklaces worn by Jewish brides in Yemen; and a nail attesting to the practice of crucifixion in Jesus’ time. An urn-shaped building on the grounds of the museum, the Shrine of the Book, houses the Dead Sea Scrolls and artifacts discovered at Masada. 

The museum is on a hill with a sweeping view of Jerusalem. Since it was a beautiful Sunday morning, we decided to walk there from our hotel - about 30 minutes through lovely neighborhoods and a park, and right past the Knesset, the Israeli Supreme Court, and the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. Once at the museum we took advantage of several guided tours, learned a lot, and, at the end of a long day of walking around, took a cab back to our hotel in time to head out for dinner.

On a beautiful Sunday evening, the Jewish Quarter was lively with families, kids, music, shops and places to snack or dine. When we approached the restaurant we had chosen, we were greeted at the entrance by a young woman who handed us two menus - there were two separate restaurants here - one for meat, and one for dairy. This was a unique way to keep kosher - which requires the separation of milk and meat. We chose the meat side - filled with people of every age, and in a variety of head coverings - each which tells its own story about the identity of the wearer. I could not resist - I had chicken soup. It was great.

After dinner we headed back to our hotel to pack and get ready for the next stop on our adventure - the Dead Sea.

OLD CITY 4

The fabulous Shabbat of a Lifetime dinner meant that we got back to our hotel late - after midnight and very full of the great dinner. This did not bode well for a good night's sleep. Nonetheless, bright and early, or actually bleary and early, Hank headed down the street to bring us coffee to have with the pastries we had prepared on Friday - knowing that most places in the area would be closed for Shabbat. I sat on our balcony, enjoying breakfast and the peace of the quiet streets. Then we headed back to the Old City. Walking a different route, we entered the City via a flight of stairs in the same gold stone as the walls.

Our first stop was the City of David Museum to see the archaeological  excavations and the art  in the ancient citadel.  This visit involved endless stairs, but the walls made for great views of Jerusalem all around - a fascinating mix of the ancient and the modern world.

My next discovery, before heading back into the Souk (the covered market), is how delicious a combination of fresh squeezed orange and pomegranate juice can be when you are hot and thirsty. It was good that we refreshed ourselves, because on this Saturday, the souk was teeming with people.

One of the things that makes Jerusalem so intriguing is the mix of cultures,  religions, beliefs and costumes. On this day, a full spectrum was to be found. On the Via Dolorosa, (The Way of the Cross) where Christ is believed to have walked to the crucifixion, a large community of Christians were walking and kneeling the stations of the cross on one side of the narrow passage, while surging crowds of tourists, explored the shops on each side, and men and women in Arab garb bought vegetables and bread from the carts that barged through all. Overall, drums and music throbbed, people yelled, the sound, the heat and the intensity were hard to bear. Nonetheless, on our way out I managed to explore a few of the incredible variety of shops and goods to be had. 

We left the Old City through the Damascus Gate, which put us in the Arab Quarter in East Jerusalem - an authentic market lined with stalls of spices, coffee, bakeries, produce and lots more. From here, we walked up a long hill, back to our hotel - stopping for lunch - a gigantic, delicious and utterly fresh salad served with excellent bread. Then a nap.

At dinner time, as Shabbat was drawing to a close, we walked around our "neighborhood," Jaffa Square, through new and ancient streets and buildings. Dinner was at a Georgian Restaurant - Russian influences, in an old garden off the street. We ate a kind of dumpling - filled with meat and broth, and were informed that we ate them incorrectly - with knife and fork, instead on out of hands. Tourists!

We went back to the Old City on Monday - which turns out to be a Bar Mitzvah day. As we stood on the wall looking down, we heard music- loud, shofars blowing, drumming - and one after another joyful groups - each carrying canopies, under which the 13 year old boy was surrounded by loving and cheering family. The energy was palpable - what a way to become a man.

We then wandered the city through the Armenian Quarter and back to the Jewish Quarter where we talked with a young rabbinical student from New Jersey, studying in one of the Orthodox yeshivas here. It was wonderful to speak English and learn more about all that we were seeing. Then, back up the hill. We needed to make plans and reservations for the next part of our trip.


In my next post I will write about the Israel Museum …. stand by