The rabbit bento is on hold for now
Over at the James Bean Cafe at Second and Taylor, where they already have buffalo bento, Sean Coe is always on the lookout for new items to put on the menu. But first he checks to see if his regulars will go for it. É Last week, it was rabbit. É Very first guy he asks goes ballistic. 'My wife and I,' he says indignantly, 'happen to run a rabbit rescue mission.' É Sean, who came here from South Korea not too long ago, is beginning to fear he'll never understand American ways. 'What,' he asks, 'do they rescue them from?'
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Don't tell Lars Larson. But all those red, white and blue flags waving so proudly over the Dairy Queen across from Franklin High Ñ just in time for the Fourth of July? É Well, they're French. É On the other hand, if we aren't at war with them anymore, maybe it's OK. É Further thoughts on Ruben Patterson's unsolicited donation of a dozen or so bags of rubbish to Tualatin High's Dumpster: 'Now that's what I call 'talking trash,' ' says Boats Johnson. É And now for some good news: Glenn Fischbuch, who presides over the always tasty Springwater Grill in Sellwood, informs me that his lunch and dinner business has doubled since the middle of June. Better yet, his suppliers tell him it's the same at all the other restaurants they deliver to. Who says we can't get our hopes up?
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It's all very hush-hush, but sometime this summer, Dave Hedges, past president of the Oregon State Poetry Association, is preparing to explore a remote cave where, he believes, he will find evidence of a vanished race that preceded the American Indians in North America. We will, of course, keep you posted. É He believes that the 'Old Ones,' as they are referred to in Indian legend Ñ 7 feet tall and with reddish hair Ñ are the basis for the Sasquatch myth. É Wimpy's bartender extraordinaire, Kevin Mullane, advises that the drink of the moment for P-town's hip set is that old standby, the cosmopolitan: Vodka, muddled lime and cranberry juice, chilled and strained into a martini glass. If it gets hot again, might just be forced to try one myself.