I mean, it had been since New Year's Eve, 2006, when I'd had my first and only other piece of Dave's cheesecake. That night Lamont had been directed to let me know ASAP when another one made an appearance. Now, practically 22 months later the magic words had been spoken into my unexpecting ear.
I left my building on one #14 bus, got off to take a few photos elsewhere--more on that later--and then boarded the one you see here, approaching me on SE Hawthorne.
Here's what I saw as I stepped off the bus, catty-cornered from 3 Doors Down Cafe.
And here's 3 Doors Down Cafe, itself. I opened the door right beneath the sign and headed for the kitchen so that I could grin at Dave and take a photo of the cheesecake. First, though, I grinned at Kathy who greeted me, smiling and saying, "You look like a roving reporter with your camera around your neck and your rolling bag." I just love that she said that!
Please come back tomorrow for Cheesecake Run, Part Two. There's food and drink involved, I promise.
Oh, by the way, I ended up grinning at everyone who works at 3 Doors Down, including my darlin' first-born son Lamont.
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I am well-acquainted with the 14 TriMet line, and I love Hawthorne. Before my first grandbaby arrived I'd often meet my d-i-l at her work and go walking thru Ladd's Addition. There's a little cafe on the corner of 49th and Hawthorne where Dear Hubby and I used to have breakfast quite often, back when I could eat restaurant food. As for the cheesecake, that brought back the memory of a beloved aunt of ours who used to make cheesecake from scratch in her spring-form pan. It was to DIE for!!!
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