The constant stream of people flowing in and out of the top story wide-windowed Portland City Grill ensure that no bottom goes cold, and no seat goes lonely for more than about 5 seconds. This can make table fetching a complicated and strategic matter; most cool their heels at the bar, jumping at the first sign of a dinner check. It makes for a lively atmosphere and the view of Portland, rain or shine, is stunning. Window seats are as coveted as a chocolate bar at fat camp, so don’t count on getting one unless you get there extremely early, or you operate under your own personal gaggle of lucky stars.
Glass or no glass, though, there really isn’t a bad seat in the place, and in all honesty, you are not there to look out the window.
Go at happy hour; the food is amazing. (Calamari, avocado/papaya stack, tereaki, sushi…. all at prices that would make McDonald’s value menu wretch with envy). The mixed drinks run at about 7 dollars and are as sophisticated as the clientele: revelers decked out in evening dresses and designer jeans, and the host and staff wear tuxedoes. Yet the occasional Portland yuppie in flip-flops and microbrew is not out of place, and the staff is extremely hospitable.
Defiantly make this picturesque hotspot a stop on your happy hour tour of Portland.