Nothing quite like sharing an afternoon meal with someone whose company you’ve always enjoyed. And yes, I meant my dining companion, not the beets.
Sitka and Spruce small plates for lunch. Share ’em. We opted for the delicious (compulsory, even) wafer-thin beet slices with an itsy bitsy bit too much feta, emmer, mint, and dukkha; a mezze tower made of a base of chopped carrot spread and nondescript hummus with delicious curly kale, red cabbage, and pine nuts atop; delicious Oregon anchovies, which were delicious because, of course, they are Oregonian; a study in beige — not-so-smoked golden trout, lightly pickled cabbage, potato, and crème fraîche with artful dill; and “raw” olives that were cured poseurs. Detached service. A slightly flabby white. But we forgive you for the latter peccadilloes, just because we’re so happy.