Portland Notebook: The Barley Mill
I WAS ON THE HUNT - I wanted meat, and I wanted beer. A simple burger joint would not do; I craved atmosphere, a dark pub corner where I could hunker down over a hearty ale and dive into a book or sit back and feel the currents of Portland’s Southeast side. Belly grumbling and mind determined, I set out into the night.
I cruised over to Bellmont Street; at first I found only a rowdy sports pub, but I hopefully explored the sidestreets. Delightedly I stepped into an apparenty quiet, candelit spot - only to find a couple pounding shots at the mostly-deserted bar, hoots ensuing. I moved on.
