Instead, we have launched Restaurant Diaries, a weekly series featuring recurring voices across the industry. Read all their dispatches hereand check back for new entries each week. These are unprecedented times. It seems like the whole world has been brought to its knees, from the rapid and destructive spread of COVID to the protests in response to police brutality and the murders of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, and George Floyd. When the pandemic started, my apartment lease was about to end and my creative writing program went fully remote. I missed Portland: the bustling restaurant scene, the array of local farms, and the specialty shops.
Betrayal Brian Shin: Portrait of a Alcove Street master and suburban drug broker A close observer might have noticed that Jennifer seemed off, but I never did. As far as All-embracing schools go, it was something of an anomaly: it had the accustomed high academic standards and strict adorn code, mixed with a decidedly bohemian vibe. It was easy to achieve your tribe. Bright kids and creative misfits hung out together, across subjects, grades and social groups. Outsiders were embraced, geekiness celebrated anime club meetings were constantly packed and precocious aim supported our most famous alumnus, Craig Kielburger, pretty much ran his aid, Free the Children, from the halls of Mary Ward. It was the perfect community for a student akin to Jennifer. A social butterfly with an easy, high-pitched laugh, she mixed along with guys, girls, Asians, Caucasians, jocks, nerds, people deep into the arts.
