On a Wednesday night, the dining room of Alberta Street Spanish restaurant Urdaneta is a rush of white noise: casual chatter from diners sitting at the restaurant’s small wooden tables and plates clinking as servers whiz by with slices of Basque cheesecake and plates of jamon Iberico. It’s busy, intimate, boisterous, energetic, and completely evocative of the Basque tabernas owners Jael and Javier Canteras wanted to replicate.
It’s the kind of room I’ve often sought out, basked in, and documented during the last six years that I’ve covered Portland’s food world. It’s my last day as the editor of Eater Portland, and I have eaten at more restaurants
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