The F.L.Y. By Night Table and Chair//with dyed bezel shown. P.C. Square tubing and rod cantilevered with reclaimed and finished (stained and clear coated) wooden top.

The F.L.Y. By Night Table

F.L.Y. By Night Table and Chair Set

Alternately, I’m considering removing the bezel all together:

I like the look of this as an end table, but feel it needs the color break as a full dining set as the lines create a lot of visual confusion when paired.  We’ll see where it goes shortly.

So I was right, I attempted poorly to bypass Cackalack’s Hot Chicken Shack to try another cart this evening. I failed.

I thought I’d try a standard dish, so I tried the wings. Hot. Potato salad.

I should note–I hate potato salad. I also hate coleslaw. I wound up getting both I was so confident that I’d like it based on the quality I experienced so far.

The yum never stops!

I’ll start with the chicken. Spicy hot in a dangerously delicious way. The meat fell off the bone and resigned to the vacuum which was my mouth. At the end I was left with fire in my mouth and a couple of pickles and bread to cool me down.

I immediately grabbed the potato salad. UNbelievable. The typical ‘deli’ taste not there. Just a lightly sweet melange of creamy potato, egg, and a slight crunch what was either celery or onion. It didn’t last 45 seconds.

I hate coleslaw more than potato salad. As a matter of fact, I’ve only found maybe 2-3 servings in my entire life which I’ve found to be even remotely palatable. Two of those servings were at Macadam’s Bar & Grill and I don’t think it is technically even coleslaw as it is called ‘pear slaw’. Cack’s slaw was absolutely yummy. Not too creamy, lightly reminiscent of the flavor of the spices that are used in the chicken (which easily might have been transferred from my upper lip) and superbly cooling from the last bits of heat that were still on my tongue.

All this for a super reasonable price and ultra-friendly service and conversation.

If you haven’t been there yet, you can check out their website here.

Thanks Jeff! That was killer!

-Gabe

Tonight, after the downfall of chaos (Portlandese to English translation; snow),  Lesa and I decided to go to the lounge formally known as Colosso. It now goes by “Swift”.

The mild lighting and Flaming Lips was a welcome shelter from the chilly outdoors. The smell of the smoke was still lightly permeated through the walls from when it was smoke friendly establishment. The modern prints of Dizzy Gillespie, Willie Nelson, and Bjork were a far cry from low hung chalk drawings and the Spanish temperament I had known before. Lesa and I sat in the back of the lounge against a pretty cushy bench and waited for our friends to arrive. After scanning the menu and ordering a drink, the friends sat down and we made our choices. I was reminded by, whom I assume was the owner, that this was NOT Colosso. This was prompted by my disappointed sighs while asking for clams…a guy has to try yeah?…8)

Bjork Print

Round the table we went. I ordered Herb Grilled Calamari with a side of fries and some kimchi. Rebecca had the Roast Chicken Breast. Constantine, the Smoked Tomato Strozzapreti. Adam, the Lomito. Last, but not least, Lesa ordered the Swift Burger. Meanwhile I had finished my Coke. I guess I was pretty thirsty last night as I had about 4 of them. Good mix. Lesa had ordered the Sweet Tea Vodka which was served with a clove infused slice of lemon; served hot.

Swift Lounge Menu

When the meals arrived, I took inventory of the plating almost immediately. Adam and Lesa’s sandwiches were almost immediately wetting the plate as the buns weren’t grilled. The Swift Burger was an intimidating monolith of bun and meat. The Memphis relish was, as Lesa put it, “very tangy”. It scored 6.5/10 based on taste and experience.

Swift Burger

Adam had similar issues with “juicing” on the plate for the Lomito. Ranked 5/10 based on taste and experience.

Lomito

Constantine was happy with the music, but stated that it was a little loud. His food was not to his satisfaction, however he scored it 6/10 based on taste and experience.

Smoked Tomato Strozzapreti

Rebecca was absolutely enthralled with the Roast Chicken Breast. Score of 9/10 based on taste and experience…apparently the skin is really tasty.

Roast Chicken Breast

I enjoyed marvelled at the flavor dance party that occurred in my mouth when I tried the Calamari. 8/10 based on dance party in mouth. The kimchi was close to what I imagine eating an aborted fetus might taste like cold. I can’t recommend it. I think it was a matter of eating cold with hot (Kimchi/Calamari) that made it taste so egregiously horrible. The fries were super tasty though.

Calamari, Fries, Kimchi

Overall, after everything is said and done, I’d recommend this place as an awesome place to at least try. It is a little hit or miss, but I can say with full confidence that the Calamari is spot on. Overall score 7/10 based on experience, cleanliness, tasty dance party, and cushy welcome cave out of the snow. I can’t wait to try the place in the summer–I bet the burger will go PERFECT with a nice calm evening of jazz. You can check out the complete menu on their website – http://www.swift-lounge.com/

~G

clear!

Well, this weekend was pretty uneventful. I walked to get coffee, played on the computer, drank some tea, and played some guitar. I think this a perfect way to preface the week. There are two major projects at work that have to get out the door this week and I am being stretched like taffy at a fat camp…(no offense). I hope I don’t suffer a stroke or a heart attack. Good thing is, I might be able to bail out of some of the work if the cards are moved right. We’ll see. I might go in early tomorrow just to get a jump on it.

Next on the agenda is to meet up with some fellow urban explorers tomorrow evening around 7 preceeded possibly with coffee w/ Jacqueline Bos at the Ace Hotel. We’ll see what happens. I hope the Urban ‘X’ thing happens. I haven’t been on a good exploration run in a looong time. As a matter of fact, the last serious adventure I went on was back in Pittsburgh, PA at the old Cork Factory…now condos…fuck you Pittsburgh for doing that to my baby.

With the last surviving hours of my weekend, I will more than likely fill it with left over Thai food from Thai Pod, internets, and lucid cuddles before sleepy times. I do actually look forward to my morning butt stripe from biking on the wet concrete sans rear fender. I really do wish I bought a new seat and fender already.

One note on Thai Pod-If you live in Portland, and feel there are too many Thai choices, you would be correct, and with that being said, why not scamper over to the north-east side of town at Broadway and 21st and peek in to say hello to my good friend Krit. I swear you will be happy to mouth-love the menu vernacular, interior dinings, and consistant quality of the food presented. I recommend either the mus-sman curry or penang curry. When you JUST want to stuff yourself with delicious authentic Thai cuisine.

Peace out!

~G