Portland, Oregon. Walking around downtown and across the river to East Portland. Thirsty. We pulled into Produce Row Cafe for an adult beverage. Mike was behind the bar, soon to be joined by Bryce. Friendly. Knowledgeable. Professional. What a treat! So often these days, and especially post-Covid (almost), bartenders don’t know a Rusty Nail from, well, a rusty nail. Not so at Produce Row. It’s one of those places you don’t really want to leave because it just feels right and the drinks are perfect.
– Jet Cannon, Hunter S., Old Man Wrong, and Moge Star
