After driving through Mount Rainier, a much better park than Olympic, I made my way south to Portland, Oregon. Once I got there, I went to a happy hour at Dragonfish Asian Cafe. Located downtown, it’s a pan asian joint. They have a sushi happy hour every day, twice a day.
Salmon katsu. What’s that? Salmon with panko breadcrums, deep fried, or maybe pan fried.
Hoisin BBQ ribs.
Caramel ginger chicken. Good, but there was hot ass mustard on the bottom of the plate. It damn near burned my nose off. And also big chunks of ginger. Man, they need to warn you about that stuff. But otherwise, a nice dish.
I also had an extremely strong drink that came in a coconut cup. So so strong I tell you. And also a spicy tuna roll and a california roll. This california roll was unlike any california roll I’ve ever had in my life. Conclusion? Sushi is different in the pacific northwest. The sushi here wasn’t that special. But the drinks make up for it. And it’s pretty cheap during the happy hour.

We explored another Seattle neighborhood called Capitol Hill. After walking around in the rain (of course), we wanted to go to a coffee shop (which pretty much exist on every corner) and stopped in Liberty. Well, we thought it was a coffee shop, as it had wi-fi and couches. It turned out to be a bar that serves sushi. They also serve coffee during the day.
I really liked the vibe of this place. It was comfy, not snooty, and had luxurious couches. But I couldn’t figure out how this place makes money. There aren’t enough seats to pack em in, nor is it big enough to pack em in either. I wasn’t about to try the sushi either. It was being made by some weird looking white hipster all the way in the back. While we were there, which was in the middle of the day, there were only a handful of people there, all on their laptops. We’d never seen so many people at a bar staring into their computers. It was a bit weird.
We did partake in some beverages. A had a hoegaarden. There was no orange slice in it. That was disappointing. I had one of their special cocktails, the lady liberty. It was made with vanilla vodka, guava nectar, and blood orange puree. While it smelled delicious, it tasted like straight up booze. It took me awhile to drink it. And it tasted better as I drank along.

The service was great. She brought me water without me even asking. It was like she knew! And she gave us happy hour prices so it only ended up being $10. Score! The bartender was nice too. If they had a place like this in philly, I’d totally hang out here. But it would probably last like a month just because I don’t see it pulling in any dough.

After finally getting some food in our bellies, we walked up to Cantina Los Caballitos to grab a couple of drinks. The place is pretty cool, colorful, and freakin loud. And on a Saturday night, fairly crowded. I’ve heard mixed reviews about their food, but I’d definitely heard good things about their margaritas, so that’s precisely what we went for.

R got a frozen watermelon margaritas. Oh my dear goodness these suckers are strong. They’re not cheap, but they don’t skimp on the tequila either. A coupla these and I’d be on my ass in no time. I really liked the watermelon one.

I went with a blood orange margarita, rocks. Again, super strong. I liked this too, but actually, I liked the watermelon one better. PS – What’s with these restaurants lately and all the bathroom doors having naked boobies everywhere? Bar Ferdinand had that weird male/female bull sign with female bull boobies, and now the Cantina has this mermaid showing off her tatas. That’s what seashells are for, people. In any case, the bathrooms were fine.