Think more top dog than top chef from the kitchen’s at Ruski’s. At its most basic this is the parochial neighborhood restaurant and pub. At brunch, or better described as breakfast, which happened to be this past Sunday, it was filled with a cozy cast of benign characters, otherwise known as ordinary people, wolfing down eggs, pancakes, breakfast sandwiches and plenty of morning booze. No trendy scene here or sustainable practices de rigueur. The only thing local on the menu might be beers from Portland brew houses.
Breakfast/brunch at the bar
The bloody Mary, however, is a 16-ounce glass filled with the usual stuff, kind of spicy, no salted pepper on the rim but inside the firmest spear of ultra clean and crisp celery and olives on a pick. I ordered one and it occurred to me that I should specify the vodka otherwise it might have been made from the well– OMG Poland Spring vodka!
