Do as your mother says and go to the Driftwood Room
My mother loves the Driftwood Room. She came down a couple of nights after I started at Hotel deLuxe back in April 2006 to have a look around, and she was hooked. She’s been using me as a trumped-up reason for coming back ever since.
Even though I’m next door every day, I hadn’t been to the Driftwood, as a patron, in a long time. Until last week. It was my Mom’s birthday and she kindly “requested” drinks at the Driftwood before heading over to see Norman Leyden’s Big Band Birthday at Portland Center Stage.
Sometimes forgetting can be bad, like when you forget to return the pump before leaving the gas station (oops!). But it can also be good. Really good. Like my forgetting about the Driftwood martini. I’d forgotten all about that. If I were off right now, I think I might just order one. My point is that if you’ve been to the Driftwood, but forgotten, maybe it’s time for a reminder…
Cheerio,
Emily
