Andrea Damewood

2 weeks ago | portlandmercury.com | Andrea Damewood

Inside a very small sushi restaurant on an unremarkable downtown block, big things are happening.  Hamono Sushi has been tucked away on SW 9th, just around the corner from Nordstrom, since 2021. But until last fall, it was merely one of the many sushi-ramen-bento-yada-yada spots you find yourself at when you’re hungry and downtown.

3 weeks ago | portlandmercury.com | Andrea Damewood

Portland needs a Medieval Times. Like, what city would get MORE into the idea of swigging ale, chomping a turkey leg, and watching people joust in period specific costumes? Feels right up our alley. That being said, there are plenty of super fun options to eat a fine meal while watching a show—be it comedy, jazz, or just a good movie. There may not be any performative horsemanship, but drag queens doing death drops is a lot more fun anyway.

1 month ago | portlandmercury.com | Andrea Damewood

Jeffrey Kimā€™s sashimi bowls are perhaps the least flashy in townā€”but for good reason. The lunchtime bowls at his Aji Fish Butchery are composed of sliced, dry-aged sashimi topped with only maldon flake salt, simply dressed salad greens, and white rice. Thatā€™s it. And thatā€™s all it needs to be.

Jan 30, 2025 | portlandmercury.com | Andrea Damewood

[Read all of the articles in our Love/Sex issue HERE! Looking for a print copy? Look at this handy-dandy map!—eds.] Horniness (horny) is like Newton’s Third Law of Motion (not horny): For every thing that’s horny, there’s an equal and opposite thing that isn’t.  Food is not my kink—particularly after my fateful attendance at the 2006 taping of Jerry Springer’s “Pies and Fat People” episode.

Jan 29, 2025 | portlandmercury.com | Andrea Damewood

Settling into a plush booth at Sayler’s Old Country Kitchen, I was snacking on the little veggie spread, of carrots and mini corn, that has come with every dinner there since time immemorial, when I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation at the next table over. It was a father and his grown daughter telling the waitress that Sayler’s, famous for its iconic T-bone steak sign hovering above Southeast Stark and 105th, had been their spot since she was a little girl.