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Pacific Northwest Excursion - Day Four
We were up early again and went back downstairs to Pasquale's for breakfast. This time Keith got the cheddar Omelette and Lori chose eggs benedict, sans meat. We checked out at 9:30, loaded up the car, and programmed Maggie to direct us to the day's stops. Our eventual destination was the central Oregon coast, but we had calculated we had at least a 3-hour drive, so we planned to make some stops. We drove east on Route 84 towards Portland. Several people we had met had encouraged us to stop in Portland. As we reached the city limits, the traffic got worse (although it was a Saturday) and we consulted each other to see if we wanted to go into the city. We decided to pass it by (neither of us are big city people) and head for the coast. Lori had chosen a couple wineries for us to stop at. The first was Argyle Winery, located right on Route 99 (691 Highway 99W, Dundee, OR 97115), 1-888-4ARGYLE. Lori had noticed in her research that they were right on the way and they had sparkling wine, hence our stop. We sampled their 1997 Brut, which was good, and the 1989 Extended Tirage Brut, which was spectacular. We marvelled that a sparkling wine aged 11 years could taste so fresh. We purchased one bottle of each (we would have bought more but remember we had to drink all we purchased before we returned home) and Keith bought a shirt. Argyle has a big white friendly cat named Snowball (you can read and see more about Snowball on their website) and Lori - who desperately missed our own cat Stephanie - spent a minute petting the very friendly cat.
There was a tide pool with weather worn logs across it, and it was pretty entertaining watching people trying to balance as they crossed the logs, hoping not to fall into the water. One woman got down on her knees and crawled, and it seemed several in the restaurant were laughing shamelessly (including us). We wondered if the restaurant had placed the logs there to entertain the customers. There was also a bar and outdoor dining available - all in all a very nice setting for a meal. Likely, it was probably a great setting in the evening watching the sunset over the water. We finished lunch, but still had a couple hours before we could check in at our next inn, so we headed south on Route 101 towards Depoe Bay. We slowed down when we reached Depoe Bay - a scenic little town - and saw where we would be staying. We decided to venture a little further south on 101, and made our way to Newport. We stopped several times to take in the scenery along the coast and take some pictures. It was nothing like the New Jersey and Delaware beaches we were so familiar with, and we thought it was perhaps closer to what some of the Maine coast may look like. At Newport, we turned around and decided to try to check in a little early.
After bringing up our bags, we filled the tub on the deck. We sipped our champagne and relaxed out on the deck, watching the ocean. It was a windy day but beautiful and sunny. We were loving it. When we returned inside, Lori reserved a whale watching tour for the following afternoon (it is a good idea to call ahead, especially on weekends and in the summer). We decided on an early dinner so we could come back in time to watch the sunset and hopefully see some whales. We didn't want to drive far, but there was an Italian restaurant just two miles north on Route 101. We couldn't seem to reach them by phone, so we asked our friendly desk clerk. He said reservations were an absolute must on a Saturday night. He was very helpful, got them on the phone, told them he was calling from Channel House, and said he had a "nice couple" (guess he didn't know us very well) who were hoping to snag a table for an early dinner. He told us if we could get up there right away, they were holding a table for us. We took off, stomachs growling. We went to the Italian Riviera Restaurant and Piano Bar, just north of Depoe Bay on Route 101. The mother of one of the owners greeted us warmly and showed us to our table. It didn't look very crowded (we were there at 5:30) but it filled up with people quickly. For an appetizer, we split roasted garlic, which was at least 50 cloves of garlic. It was accompanied by a huge scoop of goat cheese (more than we had ever seen), sun-dried tomatoes in a paste that tasted like a fine pizza sauce, and fresh Tuscan-style Italian bread. It was delicious, and we asked for more bread to enjoy as much of it as possible. Keith had a salad with gorgonzola cheese dressing. Lori was loving the option of chowder instead of salad offered in the Pacific Northwest, and had the Italian Riviera's version of clam chowder. Lori had the manicotti stuffed with ricotta cheese, with cream sauce and topped with mozzarella cheese and baked. Keith had the veal canelloni. The pasta was made fresh every morning and just melted in our mouths - it was wonderful. We ordered a bottle of local pinot blanc. We stopped into the piano bar, where Ric the owner was playing and singing. There were a lot of locals drinking, dancing, and enjoying themselves. We stayed for one drink, then headed back to our inn for some serious Jacuzzi time.
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