Jeff B.
Yelp
I've been a regular at this place for awhile, although it's like weekly regular instead of everyday regular anymore. But they just started doing brunch this year, which they've long threatened to do to me and my bank account, and honestly I couldn't be happier about it.
The bar's regular amenities - the covered back patio, the sidewalk seating for people-watching, the lack of children, the big inside booths - shine under the glaring hangover light of brunch. I've spent many a Sunday summer morning on the back patio in complete disarray, sipping my breakfast whiskey (which is just any whiskey I drink before noon), chain smoking and pretending I could read my phone with my sunglasses on. As one does.
Aside from me being a mess, my two favorite things about brunch at Gold Dust are the seating and the food.
With its plentiful seating options, you won't have to wait in line for brunch, probably even for large groups. I know people in Portland like waiting in lines, but I just can't do it anymore at my age, and I don't want to. I don't want to do it, ever. My phone doesn't have the battery capacity for it, and my hips, while they don't lie, start to get creaky after just a few consecutive minutes of standing. My shoes aren't that comfortable, either.
I know there is some correlation between how long you have to wait in line for brunch and how good the food is, but I find the correlation to be weak and often disappointing. In this case, there is no correlation. (Or would it be a negative correlation? I don't know; I'm not a scientist.) The food here can easily match any of your 45-minute-wait brunch places, and it's probably cheaper.
My favorite thing on the menu is the spinach frittata. It's all about those caramelized onions and pretending to be healthy by eating something non-beige like spinach. But to offset that with more beige, you can get a side of roasted potatoes for $2, and it's a lot of potato. And if I'm going to eat potatoes, I'm going to need a side of mushroom gravy for them, naturally. A side of gravy doesn't hurt, right? Even with the biscuits and gravy, which comes with two biscuits so large I have never been able to finish them, extra gravy seems smart. If I end up with too much gravy after all is said and done, I have a spoon and a complete lack of fucks to give.
I've had every veg thing on the menu, but I hear the meat stuff is great too. My friend swears by the chicken & biscuits, which is a giant mess of fried chicken, bacon, eggs, gravy, and biscuits. She doesn't speak or take a breath until the plate is clean, which can be a little alarming to witness.
There's also a whole menu of breakfast cocktails I haven't tried because I drink too fast to enjoy nice things. If you've ever had anything from their regular cocktail menu, you probably know you can't go wrong with any of them.
The brunch menus are available until 2pm, which gives me plenty of time to sleep in and still get my gravy fix. There is nothing worse than going out to brunch somewhere with your slow-ass tardy friends and watching the servers switch from brunch to lunch menus while you curl up into a ball and die from gravy starvation. Why is gravy only a brunch and dinner thing? Why can't we have gravy for lunch? The chef who successfully incorporates gravy into their lunch menu will forever have my respect, but I haven't seen it happen yet.
As a side note for this place in general, if you go to the bathrooms here, don't turn the faucet on anywhere past halfway toward the hot side. This is one of those places where the hot water melts your skin off. That's all!