They call it the Party on the Patio, but the weekly all-you-can-eat feast at Country Catering could never be contained on a mere patio. More accurately, it's the Party on the Patio, Front Yard and Parking Lot.
That's because the eastside barbecue joint's delectable Friday evening pig out has become so popular that the scores of Bendites who come out on a weekly basis spread themselves out over most of Country Catering's property, making for a downhome neighborhood barbecue sort of feel. And to top it off, there's also live music.
Food & Drink
Fort George Brewery
In celebration of Oregon Craft Beer Month, The Abbey Pub (purveyor of delicious, hard- to-find beers) offers up – one keg only – the Sunrise Oatmeal Pale Ale from Astoria's Fort George Brewery. Oatmeal in a pale ale? Aren't oats just for stouts, like the well-known Samuel Smith Oatmeal Stout? Apparently not.
Open to the Public: Pronghorn welcomes locals to taste its food and wine
My idea of visiting a country club involves visiting my wealthy aunt on the East Coast or sneaking into a certain resort hot tub after hours. Playing golf and sipping cocktails on a wrap-around patio that overlooks the entire Cascade mountain region? Not in my vocabulary. But now that Pronghorn has opened its door to the public, all are welcome to experience impeccable service, dining, golf and stays at Pronghorn Club.
Strawberry Moon Farm Rethinks Garden Starts
Not sure how to actually get your garden going now that we have some sunshine? That’s the camp I have been in.
Strawberry Moon Farms offers a creative solution.
Open to the Public: Pronghorn welcomes locals to taste its food and wine
My idea of visiting a country club involves visiting my wealthy aunt on the East Coast or sneaking into a certain resort hot tub after hours. Walking the grounds, playing golf and sipping cocktails on a wrap around patio that overlooks the entire Cascade mountain region? Not in my vocabulary. But now that Pronghorn has opened its door to the public, all are welcome to experience impeccable service, dining, golf and stays at Pronghorn Club
This summer, Pronghorn is hosting wine dinners that highlight nearby vintners and others with strong connections to Central Oregon. These events take place in Chanterelle, Pronghorn’s rustic fine dining restaurant that specializes in Pacific Northwest cuisine. The setting is spectacular, featuring a floor-to-ceiling fireplace, unbeatable views of the Cascades and an extensive wine list. And for those who don't know, Pronghorn is now open to the public thanks to its new 48-suite lodge that opened last summer.
The Westside Gets Primal: Primal Cuts Meat Market is here to serve all your carnivorous needs
“Here is the chicken you will be enjoying tonight, his name was Collin. Here are his papers.”
The server passes a file and photograph to a couple dining in Portland who then fire off a list of questions about this particular chicken served – location of the farm, the chicken's diet, whether the chicken had many other chicken friends, the restaurant's relationship with the farmer – eventually they decide to go and visit the farm in that instant and ask that the server hold their seats in the meantime.
Meatless Barbecue?: A vegetarian takes to the grill
Well Bendites, it's here.
June 21 has come and gone, you've wrapped up your pagan solstice rituals, tweens have started floating the river and the sun is coming out on a fairly reliable basis. Your coworker has even stopped smugly saying, “Welcome to Central Oregon” any time someone mentions a change in the weather.
It's also about this time that, for vegetarians, the sense of dread that has been building all spring long finally becomes a full-fledged panic. It's barbecue season.
For some, barbecues mean parties and fun, but for vegetarians these backyard gatherings bring what I like to call barbeque shame. If you've ever had to tote plastic-wrapped veggie burgers from party to party, or asked a host to use a clean pair of tongs to turn your not-dogs so as not to contaminate them with the cursed blood of the beast, then you know what I'm talking about.
Little Bites: Judging the Bite of Bend: I'll tell you the winner after I finish everything on my plate… and yours.
The Bite of Bend had something for every appetite – $1 bites of food from restaurants across Central Oregon, desserts ranging from cake to frozen yogurt, massive quantities of beer (more than 50 kegs were consumed during the weekend) and a mixology tent where, according to my red-faced friend, “They let everyone drink all weekend for only $10! Five dollars a day! It's like stealing!”
But for me, the Top Chef stage was the biggest draw and somehow I weaseled my way into landing a judging spot for the competition on Saturday. Now, it's one thing to watch Top Chef on TV where careful editing and “1812 Overture”-style music results in chefs magically whipping up dishes in minutes. But at the Bite of Bend's Top Chef stage, one thing was apparent: this shit is hard work.
Farm to Fantastic: The Black Butte Ranch's New Lodge Restaurant gets better with age
We like our rating systems, don't we Bend? When I'm travelling, I set my Zagat criteria to 20 or higher (in search of the best). When I'm in Bend, I compare each dining experience to the one before – my own personal ranking system. In Bend, ratings are as ubiquitous as bumper stickers and reputation counts. Restaurants come and go; few stand the test of time. The New Lodge Restaurant at Black Butte Ranch has clear staying power and earns high marks in my book.Located between Sisters and Camp Sherman off of Highway 20, Black Butte Ranch houses a few different restaurants, but is best known for The New Lodge Restaurant. My companion and I arrived on a beautiful Saturday afternoon and as we made our way down the driveway, we saw deer, then horses, then geese and finally the majestic Mt. Washington, framed against ponderosa pines and trembling aspens. Yes, I'd call this a destination.
A Taste of Manhattan in Bend: Getting reacquainted with our ethnic eating choices
I recently returned from a visit to the East Coast with a renewed appreciation for all things ethnic – pastries, pastas, pashminas – the list was about 13.4 miles long (not coincidentally, the length of Manhattan).

