This is why I cook and it’s why I write about food. Because for me, food is like life, you get out of it what you put into it. There are exquisite dishes you will always remember and those you would rather forget but in the end we all must eat to live. If we are here but for a finite time should we not make the most of it? And so quite literally, I live by a quote by Anaïs Nin, “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.”
Imagine calories were no object, fat your friend and salt a dizzying siren of sweet health. At Bunk, the delights of the mastered sandwich taste as forbidden as the juicy apple Ms. Eve sunk her gnashers into.
I have a confession to make. I love pho, especially when the weather turns cool. The steam rising up, bringing the scent of long slow-cooked broth, garlic, onions and noodles, the way that shimmering broth slides soothingly down the throat carrying the fresh combination of flavors: cilantro, basil, lime and jalapeño . . .
As a longtime fan of the SE Woodstock eatery Delta Café and their succulent fried chicken I was excited to find out that the architects of that deliciousness had opened a new location right here in our hood. Nestled on the N. Mississippi strip near chic boutiques and wellness centers peddling yoga you will find a little piece of southern heaven called Miss Delta . . .
Fall in Portland is in full effect. After an especially blustery night and a chilly wet day ahead, you may be ready for some belly-warming, comfort food. As we head into the cooler months, soups may be on your mind but so might be a plate of authentic fish n’ chips, the kind that Scotland native James King would love to serve you at his Frying Scotsman . . .
When you want great food at a price that can be recovered from between the cushions of your couch nothing beats Portland food cart culture. Not your ordinary city food carts, Portland’s food carts are being lauded by big time magazines like Gourmet and Sunset and all the way to places like LA and and New York. Midtown Lunch just ran a comparison piece NYC versus PDX food carts (the blog is written by a New Yorker who contends that NYC’s is best because they have more) one thing came out in the comments- NYC may have more but PDX has better quality and variety . . .
By now you should have had time to run out and sample the first three Portland Food Carts from my “Top Ten, All-Time Favorite Portland Food Carts Countdown” but I bet you’re hungry for more . . .
Vegan fare gets a bad rap — sometimes deservedly so — but I will say that cooking for vegans can be tough. Even traditional vegetarian fare can sometimes rely heavily on the simple mirage of dairy to make a dish sing or to mask the blah of basic veggies . . .
Just two nights after the thaw finally descended on Portland, I was back out in search of good eats with my holiday out-of-town guests. We were originally headed to Perry’s (home of the cinnamon roll as big as your head) but they had several large parties that night (and don’t take reservations for less than six) so we were in for lengthy wait . . .
For simple gourmet flavors at recession proof prices nothing beats The Little Red Bike Café in north Portland’s Portsmouth/University Park neighborhood. This sweet lil’ café sits parked in a bike-rack-sized space on North Lombard . . .
Here in Portland we have the best of the best when it comes to gourmet food offerings and some of the crème de la crème at the helm when it comes to Chefs but what about when you’re craving something just a bit more down home? Something messy, something that definitely says t-shirt and jeans, Superbowl and a tall draft. This calls for chicken wings, but you don’t have to travel all the way to Buffalo to get the goods . . .
Oaxaca (pronounced wa-ha-ca), located in the southernmost coast of Mexico, is one of Mexico’s 31 states. Its capital city (bearing the same name) is where Kenny Hill, former sous chef at Higgins, found inspiration for his new restaurant, Trebol. Hill’s interest in Mexican cuisine sprouts from his roots — he regularly visited his grandparents in Mexico and traveled throughout Oaxaca and Puerto Escondido . . .
Going out to breakfast is one of those wonderful treats reserved for special holidays, out of town guests and the occasional, lazy Sunday morning . . .
I’ve scouted out the local BBQ scene in North and Northeast P-town so you can get your sticky hands on the best. Now, get your palate revved up and ready for that delicate blend of saucy and smoky, heat and sweet and fallin’ off the bone goodness that we call Barbeque . . .
You’ve no doubt seen the bright yellow hut gracing the parking lot of Whole Foods on East Burnside. Formerly, called the Doghouse, now aptly named Franks-A-Lot, this hut serves up sausages, hot dogs, vegetarian dogs and chili come rain or come shine . . .
Casa Naranja, or Orange house as it translates, has been open on the north end of Mississippi since June but I don’t think word has gotten out yet. Because if it had this place would be heavy with lines, the way Gravy is on weekend mornings . . .
A trek through Portland’s bucolic Japanese Gardensmay leave you feeling peaceful but with a lingering appetite for something more than just its lush scenery. And with a sister city like Sapporo, Japan, Portland’s love of all things Japanese shines through, right down to our abundance of fresh, tasty sushi. But we all know great Japanese fare can tap your wallet — unless you know how to play for cheaps . . .
Though the hey-day of the supper club has long since past, there are some that miss the relaxed refinement for which these places were known. Portland’s own crooner/entertainer extraordinaire, Tony Starlight (a.k.a. Brett Kucera) is just such a person . . .
Unless you’re new to Portland, chances are you’ve heard of Dot’s Cafe. This SE Clinton Street eatery has achieved something of a legendary status among its loyal devotees. A few clicks on any Portland restaurant ratings site and you will come across comments dedicated to the affectionate descriptions of late night binges on Dot’s famous cheese fries and the comforts of darkness in this dimly lit haven . . .
The building that houses Dalo’s Restaurant on North Vancouver looks like an unassuming business park. Inside, though, is a warm, family-run restaurant filled with the earthy herb-laden scent of some of the finest Ethiopian food I have ever eaten.
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