Spritz on the Chanel No. 5 and spray on the sleazy investment banker-repellant–you and your girls are headed to the top of downtown’s Big Pink, because there’s no view like a Portland City Grill view. Grab a window booth, order a bottle of bubbly, clink to your comraderie, share a few small plates, and entreat the piano player to play a rousing rendition of Madonna’s Material Girl… twice.
