Shari’s Restaurant

The marionberry pie is to die for. All the staff was super friendly and we’re always attentive. This place has such a great vibe!!!

I have been to the location only twice the first time was an order to go for my department at work. WORST meal ever. I contacted them at the time and they assured me they would make it right and they never did. Today we went in for pie on Mother’s Day we walked out After having 4 different servers walk past us. We watched people standing around at the counter and other areas and not once did someone approach our table. Stay away!

I am being generous with that score. Today’s service was poor poor poor… did I mention it was POOR? We waited longer than to be acknowledged. Then after placing our order, it took 45 min or a little less to get our food and that was after I had been up once to speak to the manager. Not knowing they were short staffed in the kitchen. We were informed of this way too late and both managers seemed more interested in half hearted and phoning their apologies in. Once the food arrived, it was completely wrong, mine wasn’t much better. From this point on; the manager kept trying to apologize and she then bought our meal. Instead of taking care of the issues with some of the food and making sure we were happy, she sent her minions to make it better but not telling them what was expected and making sure all was covered.
The manager was too distracted and aloof in her approach. She never instilled confidence in her concern. They were short staffed at the most inopportune time but failed to make that known, until much later that is. I applauded the Minions for trying to make it right but with every thing already the way it was… there was no coming back.

Yummy pie, I tried four and liked them all. The crust is especially fantastic. The employees that work here are really on top of their game, quick and efficient.

The steak was bad, hard and cold and we found a piece of plastic in the banana split dish. The waiter was nice person though.

Bad breakfast. Bone-​in ham was flavorless but accompanying potato pancakes were good. Didn’t think one could message up a quiche but this place did. The texture felt like it had flour in it. It was too salty. Portion was also small. Would not go there again.

Sounds crazy, especially compared to the Shari’s in Seattle, but this location rocks!
Came in for dinner on ²⁄₁₂ with my boyfriend. We stopped in just because it was late and close to our hotel. I got the spinach and avocado omelet, and he ordered a hot turkey sandwich that came with a caesar salad. All of the veggies in my omelet were fresh, and it tasted great. The boyfriend reported his food was great.
For diner food, it was really good and the overall experience was fabulous. We had two waiters, and they were both attentive, fast and eager to please. The manager cashed us out, and she asked how everything was.
It was also a nice surprise to eat at a Shari’s that was clean and well taken care of — not at all like the locations in Seattle.
Food: 4
Ambiance: 3
Service: 4
Parking: 4

Went on New Year’s Day for a quick breakfast. I think the food could have been okay, if they had finished cooking it and then served it hot. It all was under done and cold. My wife ordered the fruit and they delivered 4 small pieces of sorry looking melon, and apologized for the quantity and quality… Why serve it? The service was good, my other comment is they had a steady stream of 8am bar customers… odd crowd for a breakfast restaurant. I’d say if you’re going to serve drunks at 8 then redesign your building with a separate entrance…

it was a perfect thanksgiving at shari’s! we didn’t want to mess with cooking this year, and it seemed that most places that were open at all were offering rather costly special meals. we were worried that shari’s would be really busy, but it was only half-​full and everyone was in a friendly, festive mood. the food was great (especially the sage green beans) and we were really happy with our decision to share this holiday with the upbeat staff

Amazing pie shakes! Choose your piece of pie, they will make it into shake. Yummy stuff! :)

I came just for pie. I had a slice of Oregon Marionberry. Definitely good pie. The service was very friendly and attentive. I counted 19 pie choices, so I look forward to coming back to try some other flavors.

My family went back tonight since Wednesday is free pie night! If you order any breakfast, lunch, or dinner entrée you get a free slice of pie I think from 4 – 10 my advice would be to stick with the breakfast, salad, or soup and sandwich offerings, the dinner entrees were not very good. I had the pot roast, mashed potatoes, with vegetables, the roast was o.k. the potatoes and gravy tasted like frozen t.v. dinners and the vegetables were disgusting. My son had the chicken tender plate with mashed potatoes and vegetables and his entire dinner was equivalent to a microwavable dinner. My daughter had grilled chicken salad and she really liked it, my husband had a breakfast plate with ham and potato pancakes and it was delicious! We would go back again on free pie night.

the service was good the food was ok at best. The portions are super small for what you pay. My omelet was half the size of every other omelet I have purchased here or any where in the past. What’s the deal with that. The coffee good and food was fast. I just wish they would stop jacking the prices up and making portions so small.

(4) ~ very good food & service (w. butter mints too!;)
OUR MENU:
* Coffee = (4) very good… you get your own pot too;)
* Water = (3.75) Good… must be filtered;)
* BMP Quiche = (4) very good
* French Fries = (3.75) Good
* Stuffed Hashbrowns = (3.5) good
PIES:
* Oregon Marionberry = (4) very good
* S’mores = (3.75) Good
* Banana Cream = (3.5) good

Right across the road from the clarion airport hotel, this is a perfect place for lunch or dinner when staying at the hotel. (We always stay there when flying in/​out of pdx.) Sheri’s is a tradition and we are never disappointed. Don’t forget Free pie Wednesday!

Well Monday evening and the service was fine… 2 waitresses for the 5 customers… Hmmm
Don’t order the Hot Turkey smothered sandwich. The bread is grilled and tastes like it was grilled right along with the eggs. The Turkey tasted freezer burned… Now I’m not a picky eater… But this was not a good meal… When I handed the half I eaten plate back the waitres, she had no clue and asked if I wanted too order a delicious piece of pie… Come on Reality check ladies…
When a a restaurant has No quality control. and the staff is too busy pretending the food is great …
To the management, Please, wake-​up perhaps your staff should realize that when a customer is not finishing the meal it’s because the food is NOT good.
2 stars for the bottomless water glass and never needing praise of the tasty food.

We frequently come here for breakfast, as my husband flies in and out of Portland International Airport. I am never overwhelmed with the food. And they are pretty good about making an effort to correct blatant errors. This morning was no exception. Bitter coffee started a less than favorable meal.
I had the Special: Prime Rib (leftover from Friday night special), stuffed potatoes and eggs. EVERYTHING was inferior. From room temp meat to toast that wasn’t toasted.
We have to find somewhere ANYWHERE but here for breakfast!

I gotta agree with Ryan A. on this one!
«the service is bad because the waitstaff isn’t very bright — not because they’re trying to be rude to you (usually).»
Exactly! To add to his list of things they just don’t know is wrong: they don’t know it’s wrong to keep a customer waiting unnecessarily while YOU SERVE EVERYONE WHO CAME IN AFTERWARDS, FIRST.
Seriously. All I wanted was a pie to go. Throw it in a box and take my money: super freaking easy.
Instead, in a slow restaurant, I’m kept waiting so long I start wondering what they’re doing. Are the ones in the case just «floor room models», and they actually bake you a fresh pie when you order? (No, they do not.) Are they bizarrely warming up the pie before you take it home? (Nope.) Are they helping everyone else around you while keeping the easiest customer possible on ice for NO REASON? (You better believe it.)
When I ask what was taking so long, the 12-​year-​old waitress behind the counter starts using the Upward Questioning Lilt so profoundly I literally feel my right hand quiver with the need to slap the stupid out of her entire genetic line.
$ 10.99, for a waste of youth and mediocre cherry pie that made me regret not stopping at Safeway.
LESSON LEARNED, SHARI’S.

It was Christmas, 2004; first holiday season since the divorce, my two sons and I were wrapping up a «just the three of us» meal.
I know: at Sharis?
I can see some thinking «wow, man: that’s depressing,» but those who have managed young children through this transition know we pull magic from the abyss, even if you know on a logical level you’re whistling in the dark.
They were three and five years old, and I sat on one side of a so-​called «four-​top,» they on the other. They’d finished their disgusting and weirdly-​specific meals, designed in some laboratory to appeal to the appetites of humans in their larval form, and they were blissfully deep into that dirt-​and-​worms dessert.
It was just beyond their bed time, and while I’m a person who believes (with some experience) that one «bribes» young children towards civility through adherence to a regimented schedule, hey: it’s Christmas. Let’s let the deadline hour slide just a little while I sit back and bask in what felt at the time a tenuous moment-​by-​moment hold upon happiness.
I’m fond of the word «fulcrum.»
Some might say «no, the phrase you’re looking for is something closer to ‘turning point,’» but within my mental model there’s a distinct point where, upon reflection: things began to seriously fall apart. The trigger is little, and doesn’t seem like much, but it’s the snowflake that triggers the avalanche.
In our case, for Christmas at the Airport Sharis: the fulcrum was the the point described above.
The snowflake in our coming avalanche was a mid-​giddy-​laughter statement on the part of my son Ezra: «and daddy I think I’m going to make barfs.»
You know, they are boys, aged three and five. Poop, pee, barf, boogers, air poop, etc. That’s how we talk. I laughed, not at first getting it.
Except that I could see all at once that he was not kidding. That kid was about to make some serious barfs. Alllll that engineered meal, and alllll that dirt-​and-​worms.
Oh lawd baby jesus.
They were wearing those two-​piece jammies, and I just grabbed five-​year-​old Ezra into my right arm, and I clutched him to me, telling him: «if you are going to make barfs, do it on me so nobody can see.»
Perhaps three seconds after I picked up his three-​year-​old brother Isaac, Ezra complied, vomiting promiscuously down the front of my shirt. And inside, down my chest, and into the front of my pants. Into my underwear.
This occurred as I was speed-​walking-​but-​not-​trying-​to-​make-​a-​big-​deal-​about-​it to the bathroom, which as you probably know is always just to the left of the cash register, no matter where you are, because they are all laid out in precisely the same way.
We got into the men’s restroom, and I set Isaac down swiftly but gently, and carefully walked Ezra into the stall, holding him over the toilet in the event he had to vomit some more.
He said: «daddy I don’t have to make barfs any more, but I don’t think that was a fart.»
He was correct. I pulled down his jammies and he’d done a capable job of sausage-​filling his socks and jammie bottoms.
Ok, I can handle this. Parents of young children know that it doesn’t get any tougher than when everyone is stomach-​sick, and if you’ve been through that, everything is cake.
I calmed myself, and did that split-​second catalog of all that was about me, and all that was needed.
I distinctively remember my mind doing that «check check check» thing it does when it gets super Rain Man, and within a second or two I realized that my three year old was being entirely too quiet. Uncharacteristically so.
I leaned out to make sure he hadn’t vanished, quickly scanning the bathroom entrance, sink area, and almost missed his presence right under my nose, literally standing in front of the urinal.
He’s standing in front, leaning up against it, and both of his little hands are splashing in a sizable volume of bright yellow urine, chew spit, and the contents of someone’s sinuses.
With his adorable little toddler hands, he picked up the deodorizing crystal and handed it up to me, as if to say «rook daddy! ROOK!» His arm up, a stream of urine draining down his left arm, soaking his jammies. His little stocking feet standing in urine.
There’s a concept within the realm of computer science where a «buffer» becomes overfilled. It’s literally called a «buffer overflow» condition. All kinds of unpredictable things happen when you overflow a buffer.
In my case: I screamed
Ultimately, the waitress took our payment through the bathroom door, and she and other employees shielded the boys on our walk to the car, so as to protect the dignity of those young men.
Shari’s isn’t serving any culinary masterpieces, but these people have soul. Their great kindness selflessly protected the dignity of my sons during a time of transition, in what could have been a deeply humiliating experience.
Instead, I’ve elected to deliver this humiliation a decade later, in a Unilocal review. Your move, Ezra.

For all my Unilocal friends in Hawaii, the best way I can describe this restaurant is that it’s a hybrid of Zippy’s and Anna Miller’s restaurants.
Zippy’s (open 24 hours with multiple locations) +
Anna Miller’s (open 24 hours and is known for their plethora of pie selections)
= Shari’s Restaurants (open 24 hours and serves pies!)
After arriving on a later flight, my friend and I ventured here for a late night meal. This location was conveniently located near our hotel (Sheraton Portland Airport Hotel), and we were thankful it was open 24 hours (there is sign visible from the road advertising their hours).
Although we ventured here purely out of convenience reasons, we were both satisfied overall with the food and service. I ordered their classic reuben sandwich with french fries, while my friend ordered a slice of their chocolate and peanut butter pie. I found nothing wrong with my sandwich, it was a decent portion, while my friend enjoyed his slice of pie. Nothing spectacular but nothing bad either.
Since it was late, there was just a lone waiter serving the food and acting as the cashier as well. He was very friendly, patient, and polite. He checked up on us throughout our meal, and promptly provided soda refills.
BOTTOM LINE: Convenience for the weary traveler. Decent food and service.