Hard at work
Originally uploaded by .Ariel.

This weekend I got sent to Portland on assignment. My task? To try a specialty cocktail at a place called Mint.

I brought Cienna along, and she decided to write something for The Stranger about the restaurant, so we tag-teamed the owner/mixologist Lucy Brennan with questions.

It was one of those charmed trips where where there just happened to be a street fair when we arrived, where the hotel had our dogs’ names on a welcome board when walked in the door. Where the public transit took us exactly where we wanted to go in no time flat. Where, once we got to Mint, it felt like I’d stepped into the Portland set of the L Word — where every single server was a hot woman with a great smile, where the drinks were all magical and earth-shatteringly good, and where the food just kept coming.

This is us "working."