When I go to a new city, I like to experience life the way the locals do. I don’t care much for fancy hotels, but cozy neighborhoods where people sit on porches and raise chickens in their front yard. I don’t need tickets to big concerts when there’s a funky open mic night or band at a coffee shop or pub. And I definitely want to eat where locals go time after time, a place where coffee cups don’t match and maple syrup is on the table all day.
When planning the trip to Portland, I looked to some of my favorite bloggers — and PDX natives — including Abby Trys Again and Hula Seventy. Abby has an entire Portland series that was very helpful and informed me about Byways Cafe, among other places.
On a day we explored the city, Maggie and I started at Byways. The bus driver had heard us discussing our route like the out-of-towners we were, and when he asked where we were headed, I couldn’t bare telling him we were going to a tiny diner. “Just around town,” I said.