Continued one of many recurring themes of this project by finally going to a tourist destination I've never seen. Crown Point is an image frequently pictured on postcards and calendars, but you could've put a gun to my head and asked me where it was and I wouldn't have known. Turns out it's only fifteen miles outside of Portland and, even better, only three miles away from the idyllic View Point Inn, which is six flavors of fabulous, due to a pair of gay owners who know from phenomenal food and artfully appointed rooms.
I mean, they gave us an hourglass to calculate the exact time it would take for our tea to steep. The only way to make that any gayer would be if the waiter were in buttless chaps.
(Note to Geoff and Angelo at the View Point--that wouldn't be a bad way to get more gays in for brunch. I'm just sayin'.)