I'm writing this over a week since I returned from my trip to Portland, so please forgive the vagueness, but I had solicited suggestions and felt that it would be rude not to let the helpful Pacific Northwest Hounds know how the culinary experience fared.
The Flying Elephant's Deli was just down the block from our hotel, and we wound up eating there three times, maybe more--sundry lunches, snacks and breakfasts. Everything was delicious: baked breakfast pastries, sandwiches, soup. It was infinitely preferrable to the Starbuck's on the corner.
Dinner at Mother's--fluffy, sweet bread brought out before the meal and devoured; can't remember the appetizer, but had the chicken and dumplings, husband had the St. Paddy's special of corned beef for entrees. Split the special bread pudding for dessert. Lovely room, good service, comforting food with fresh ingredients.
Dinner at Dragonfish, the restaurant in our hotel--we shared several small plates from the bar, including: steamed bao (pork buns) that were tasty but quite spicy; chicken in lettuce wraps that were decent; shrimp tempura rolls that were also decent; and dessert which completely escapes my memory but I do recall that it was appropriately dessert-ish.
Brunch at Bijou Cafe--despite the many warnings about the wait, it was still better than the brunch wait agony here in LA, and the service more friendly: husband had hash (not oyster...something else), eggs, potatoes; I had the cornmeal flapjacks with special marionberry topping. Delish! Enough fuel to get us around the Pearl, walk to the Japanese Gardens, and back.
Dinner at Wildwood--gnocchi to start, and, as the server promised, it had a red pepper kick to it; husband had radish salad; my entree was chicken stuffed with chorizo, came with a polenta cake and greens; blanking on husband's entree; dessert was shared carrot spice cake with cream cheese frosting, the cake was split and toasted, quite nice, but I'm a home baker and could prepare something very like it myself, picked it b/c the rest of the desserts seemed custard/creme heavy and I like chewing my dessert, not just swallowing it. Also friendly service, but I spent most of the meal distracted by a relatively well-preserved fortysomething blonde's cleavage, which was prominently displayed at a nearby table. It was like a car accident: everyone, including the waitstaff, couldn't resist a drive by to gape. Being alone in an unknown city, we skipped the numerous raucous St. Patrick's day celebrations and just had drinks in the hotel bar later that night.
Bound for home the next day, knowing I hadn't even begun to sample the many gustatory delights of the city. Wish I'd tried St. Cupcake and Pix, amongst others.
Thank you, again, for your suggestions!