Oregon State Fair, Nineteen 33 Taproom, Local Cow. He Said Extras

Oregon State Fair

Every year we go to either the Clackamas County fair or the Oregon State Fair. Kerry grew up on a farm and needs to occasionally reconnect with her agrarian upbringing.

The fair is always fun: she talks to the chickens, we watch the pigs get excited over getting fed, wander the exhibits and competitions and enjoy the live music.

There are certain things that are always a pleasure at the fair: the mutant vegetables, the gigantic pumpkin, the world’s biggest pig (did not see that the pig was present this year), the blue ribbon winners (the food always looks terrible) and the art. Now that the kids are gone we pass on the opportunity for projectile vomiting from the rides.

And if you want to keep up on the the state of the art for fried food, the Fair is the place: mashed potato balls, turkey legs, snickers, Oreos, Twinkie’s, and bacon wrapped corn dogs, all cooked in hot oil. No worry about acquiring an infections from the food. That is what the petting zoo and swine are for.

It is also a great place to people watch. For 8 bucks it is a bargain.

My only suggestion: you can now buy tickets on-line for the State Fair; I would do so and avoid a long, slow line.

I have to admit I prefer the county fair: it is a smaller version, closer, and more manageable. 30 pigs are the same as 300 pigs as far as I can tell. Plus the Clackamas Fair always as the pie booth, run by the Methodists. There is always room for pie.

Nineteen 33 Taproom

Did you know that West Linn has the Old Willamette district? Me neither. And did you know there is an East Linn, although it is near Salem and doesn’t even warrant a webpage? I am skeptical there really is an East Linn. BTW North Linn is in Iowa and there is no South Linn.  So if you are looking to name a city, there is at least one available name.

We were on the way back from the Fair and on a whim took the off ramp for the old section of West Linn, the aforementioned Old Willamette district. What a pleasant surprise. An old, renovated street and buildings with numerous shops and, more importantly, places to eat. Unlike so much of Portland, the Old Willamette district is free of garbage! Really. I am always impressed when I travel how clean and trash free most cities are and how dirty Portland is in comparison. PDX may be the City that Works, but if so that labor is not going towards trash pick-up.

After checking out all the options, most of which look like they need a future visit, we opted for the Nineteen 33 Taproom as we in the mood for a drink to settle the oil rich diet from the Fair.

It has a wood/leather interior perhaps 1930’s style/mens smoking room ambience and is more than a taproom with a nice selection mixed drinks, wine and food.

We sat at the bar, which in homage to the classic copper topped bar of old, was made of pennies under glass.

The service was excellent, the Old Fashioned tasty, and the location relaxing except for the golf ball globe puzzle. Now that I have read the solution I will have to go back and tee the ball up. The interwebs have the answer to everything. I’ll be back both to the bar and the area of Portland, if for no other reason than to walk the streets and admire the large selection of houses from the 1800’s.

Local Cow

The perfect bike ride for a geezer is the Springwater Corridor. If you start at Linneman Station and go east you avoid the homeless that have destroyed the Portland sections of the trial and the trail gets increasingly rural. The trip from Linneman Station to Boring is 8 miles up a gentle slope and that means? Downhill most of the way back, although it always seems to be into a headwind. Sometimes you can’t win.

But what to do after the ride? The other advantage to Linneman Station is you are near downtown Gresham. I mentioned the tap room, The Hoppy Brewer,  in a prior post, but for a delicious burger and very crunchy fries (regular, truffle, or rosemary), try the Local Cow.

The atmosphere is sparse, with tables and some comfy chairs at the window, with local art on the wall. Semi-industrial, it is a good place to take the kids. Nothing they could damage.

I am always interested in the endless variations seen in common objects, be it watches, shoes, music or food. You would think there would be little variation in something as universal as a hamburger, but like snowflakes, every burger is different. The Local Cow uses a 1/3 pound patty just slightly larger than the bun and you can add whatever condiments suite your taste. Like 5 Guys, right? But so much better. I am not a 5 Guys fan, their meat, grease and burger construction do not do it for me. I still think Slingshot and Kay’s are the better burgers, but Local Cow comes very close.

So a Pendleton Burger (french fried onions, bacon and BBQ sauce) with a cold lager was the perfect end to a bike ride and I could fool myself into thinking I earned the calories with ride. What could be better?

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