My new favorite place to hang out in Portland, and another reason why Belmont Street is way better than Hawthorne. Since Mrs. Soul is traveling on school business, I took the opportunity to eat a couple big bangers, eat some onions, and come home stinking of smoke all at once. Ahhhh.

In other news, I believe I recently became the only man in the history of the 00Soul family, either side, to wear a black pinstripe shirt with a charcoal suit. Yup, I was pretty much as pimped out as a Scandanavian without a war hammer can get. I took Mrs. Soul to see some funk at the Good Foot for our anniversary. Turn your speakers on to catch a little taste. We left when the band decided to take another “4 minute and 20 second break”.

I guess Stark Street is okay too, but word to the wise…if you go with your man friend Starky’s to grab dinner and the guys outside tell you “the food’s great, just go on in” when you stop to look at the menu…it’s because it’s a gay bar. Which I guess you’d know if you looked at the website first instead of whether or not your credit card gives you free airline miles for eating there.