Welcome to Under the Table, a quick and easy insider’s guide to all the best food and drink that Portland has to offer!

Portland has one of the most exciting food scenes in the country right now, and my trusty fork and I think we’re pretty lucky to be in the middle of it all.

I started Under the Table because consuming splendid food and drink is my greatest passion, and I know that it takes a lot of time, energy, and a long-suffering stomach to keep up on the latest restaurant openings, best bites, finest pours, food news, and must-attend edible events. It wouldn’t be right to keep all this information to myself—so my mission is to bring the best of Portland’s food scene straight to your computer screen.

Thanks for reading Under the Table, and I hope you join me in leaving no Portland plate, bowl, or champagne flute unlicked or unemptied.

Yours Truly, Jen

About Me

I live in a little apartment in downtown Portland with my imaginary mini bulldog named Swansea and a lot of leftovers. My hobbies include browsing grocery stores and farmers markets, experimenting with recipes involving melted chocolate and lots of it, reading The Onion, taking pictures of pocket ninjas, trying new Cavas, and thinking about lunch.

My food background includes growing up in a crazy food-loving family, a short-lived stint as a garde manger, a foray into the world of film food styling, and once upon a time I even had my own dessert catering business. My writing career has included stints as a sports editor, journalist, and voracious blogger. My love for food and writing has now merged Under the Table. I also have a food and fashion freelance writing business, Wordcake Communications.

Under the Table exists thanks to my intrepid cohorts in conquering the world of food–my family (especially my brother Michael, who once went to eight donut shops in two hours, suffering quite the bellyache in the line of duty), my dear friends Mette and Darin, who know all about design and the internets and all those mysterious technical non-food related things, and their plum-loving hound Lucy, who might love ice cream more than me. I said might.

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