I went here.....
AND IT WAS GREAT!!!! The only downside and it hard to complain about, is the cook having facial hair!!!!! His beard was in my food on more than one occasion. Outside of that, this place is pretty damn awesome.
Had lunch there with a friend and absolutely loved the food! I had the banana pancakes and my friend had a grilled tuna sandwich with cheese and capers. Both were SO good! My favorite was the cheesy grits. My only negative comment would be that the inside seating is too small and tables too close together. There's otuside seating, but doesn't sound like much fun when it's 40 degrees outside. Actually, I was pretty cold even sitting inside. Guess I might have to save meals at the Tin Shed for summer time.
If you wake up early and hurry to Tin Shed than your day will start off great. They have a yummy breakfast. My favorite is eggs benny with potato pancakes. If you wake up late than you will be waiting an hour.
Good meal in a nice little place..
I took my friend to Tin Shed for breakfast on a Friday morning. Surprisingly there were a lot of people there, and quite a few waiting. They told us to help ourselves to coffee while we waited, which was nice. Our wait wasn't super long since we opted to sit in the outside dining area (which had heaters above, so it wasn't so bad even though it was just under 60 degrees outside at the time). Food was good, and came out pretty quickly. The prices weren't cheap, but not ridiculous either. I'd come back.
No skinny pants? No service.
Food isn't all that, it's just standard American fare. I don't understand why the hipsters and gentrifiers line up for hours to get in. I was told by the tatted and pierced host (who was WAY too cool to be working in the service industry) "you can sit at the bar"...I told him I'd wait for a table and you'd think I'd slapped his grandma. He mumbled something about how busy it would get (hey, buddy, your problem, not mine). I just really hate the crowd and the attitude. You're in a run-down little ghetto part of Portland, which is the most run-down, ghetto little town on the West Coast. Don't try to pretend because the New York Times loves you that you're something. I would rather dumpster-dive than deal with the yuppie and hipster scum that staff and frequent this place.