Monday night we went to 50 Plates, a new restaurant in the Pearl. The idea is food from all 50 states. The decor is mostly dark brown, one white wall covered in tiny white tiles, and a few splashes of color thanks to memorabilia from across the country.
Back in college, I was on a double date and one of the guys asked what I thought of the food. I said it was yummy. They thought it was funny that I didn't give a more detailed description but sometimes, when things are that good, words fail. That's how I felt about 50 Plates, it's yummy.
The menu was well-written, fun to read, and, in an age when restaurants just call the dish what it is, it was refreshing to see dishes with names. Like The Lousy Hunter (a small slider with goat cheese, a sweet relish, and a fried green tomato), or Roscoe's (another slider with fried chicken and syrup on a waffle). The waitstaff was so friendly and our waiter looked a bit like Obama. The end result - I felt like I was in the most upscale diner I could ever imagine. That's meant as a huge compliment, just in case there is any question. There were at least 10 things on the menu I wanted to try. Next time, I'll have to show restraint in the main course so I can get dessert. The Shake and Bake is warm cookies AND a shake!
And just in case, all of that wasn't enough, twenty feet away was a table of 8 Portland firemen.
Lizzy has a more in-depth review with photos!