Mitt fel!
Near as I can tell, that’s Swedish for mea culpa.
When I went to Broder a couple years ago, in researching my book, I was somehow not blown away by the food. I thought it was a nice place, with a friendly vibe, that was obviously popular, but I didn’t walk out saying, “Damn, that was good!” In private, I’ve been using the word “novelty” to describe the place. In fact, I said in the book that I wasn’t “blown away” by the food.
Well, after a four-course New Years Day brunch with Portland Food Adventures, one of the books I left with the staff was inscribed, “To Broder — now I’m blown away!”
I want to be clear about this: I was dead wrong about Broder, and I don’t know what I was thinking. It is very, very good. And Portland Food Adventures are a blast!
So, here’s the lovely place on SE Clinton:

And here is Chris greeting the soon-to-be happy folks. The deal was that you paid $60 for the brunch and you also got my book and $45 worth of gift certificates to other brunch places. His next outing is six courses at Gilt Club on February 29.

As part of the deal, we also got Aquavit Bloody Marys poured with House Spirits Vodka. I don’t drink, but I hear they were really good.

First up, a Swedish Breakfast Bord with homemade brown bread and rye crisp, wonderful meats, smoked trout, potato salad, a fantastic a cinnamon cardamon roll, and wedges of orange and grapefruit.

More than one person said that would have been a nice breakfast right there.
But no! Next up: Abelskivers (Danish pancakes) with lemon curd and lingonberry.

Now we’d really had a satisfying breakfast.
Men ingen! (I think that’s Swedish for “but no!”)
Next we got some cultural education on two fronts. First we found out there’s an actual Swedish person on staff there, and he taught us that “Happy New Year” in Swedish is is gott nytt ar. And then for some Portland culture: Dude has the Swedish Chef from the Muppets tattooed on his arm!

The next course was only the most amazing Smoked Trout Hash you’d ever want to eat, topped with a baked egg and diced beets.



Seriously, at that point I was done. Could have walked right out and been more than happy. But the next thing I know, I was staring at … that’s right, Swedish Metaballs with sherried cream sauce and lingonberries.

I was bloated. It was like Broder was kicking my ass to make a point: “Not blown away by the food? Take this!” The only thing I could have handled at this point was another sweet to cleanse my palate. And yes, I know we already had Danish pancakes, but hey, I’m an addict. And this was a Swedish cream (kind of a panna cotta) with blueberry compote, lemon curd, and a chocolate cookie.

Put all this together, and you have a very happy Breakfast Guy.

So Broder, you win. I was wrong. I’ll rewrite that chapter in my book. And I’ll think seriously about hitting a Portland Food Adventure in the future, as well.
Gott nytt ar, everybody!