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Sometimes in your travels, as you wander about the madness of Portland meeting fun people and finding great deals at Yard Sales, all you really want at the end of the day is a really good sandwich.
I remember when Kenton began its renaissance so many years ago. Posies entering the Kenton stage like a young brave hero dedicated to bringing sparkle and prosperity to the poor rundown Hamlet.
I don’t know why I never went in until today, maybe it was the parking or maybe it was just that I was always passing through Kenton from one thing to another, and if you blink you might miss the neighborhood entirely. But I always wondered…
I’m afraid I don’t wonder anymore. I loved the atmosphere, the lively and interesting crowd that seems to throng to the place like moths around a candle flame. The service was OK, I was greeted in a friendly manner which is important to someone as old and doddering as myself and it didn’t take long for the food to come out.
But here is where things take something of a turn for the worse. I ordered the beef sandwich with red onions and have Havarti cheese…
This is difficult for me. I know there are children starving in India and it went against my grain, but this was the first time in a restaurant I have ever thrown a sandwich away after two bites. It was, awful! It was thin and stingy But worse, it was almost beyond bland. There were no red onions which may have added some interest to the thing, but I would expect a sandwich like that to be savory, to have something interesting going on and this one was not.
At first I considered wrapping it up and bringing it home so that I could try to rescue the protein, perhaps add some spice or throw it in a soup. But at the second bite, I begin to feel a kind of insult. It was a strange sensation throwing food away. I suppose I should’ve taken it out and given it to a homeless person but I was a little befuddled.
I am not lying when I say it was one of the worst sandwiches I have ever had. There is a little worse than meat cooked with what seemed like no spice, no salt, no nothing. Maybe they are trying to turn me into a vegan, but I’m afraid I’m too old for that.
And what’s more it was such a surprise considering how nice the place is, a venue I could’ve brought friends to or had secret meetings where we planned exotic adventures.
I hate to hurt feelings, and these people seem so nice but I doubt it is a place I will ever find again. The path goes always forward towards new adventures and marvelous meals, the best ones you come back to, they become homes away from home. But not Posies.
I was lured in by the promise of wholesome, hearty food and an atmosphere of conviviality, and left disappointed. Throwing that sandwich in the trash was heartbreaking.