After what I can call a grueling 24 hour bus trip I finally arrived in Portland!!!!! Things to do? Find the hostel, drop off the bags and make it to walking tour all within the hour of arrival, . But most importantly, find a hot meal because I didn't exactly savor my opportunities to munch on gas station grub.
Feeling rejuvenated after heaping plate of Kahlua Pork, because all the "breakfast" menu's stopped serving at 11am (what is this McDonalds??), I rush back to the hostel to finally make it in time for the introductions. Saying hi and hello to all the fellow hostel mates, we're lead buy our guide, who I swear looks William H. Macy, except a hell of a lot more quirkier.
We make our way from our home base in the Northwest district onward to the Pearl, down through the Historic Waterfront, and circling back to the down town district . Picking up neat tid-bits such as the street signs in the Alphabet district, and how they contributed to a lot of the Simpsons characters names (Matt Groening is from here btw). Checked out Mills End Park, smallest park in the world (pictured below), got a little info on the infamous Zoobombers that come out every Sunday night, unchain the bikes shown below and simply haul major buns down the West Hills (something added to my bucket list). By the end I come to find that the city takes pride in being a little "weird", Portlandians will understand.
Soon at the end of our tour, a few of the hostel mates decide to break off and have some lunch at a couple of the cities food carts, an estimated 500 of these stands are said to be scattered all over this city.
First was the foodie cult phenom Nong's Khao Man Gai, Thai style chicken & rice. It's the one and only dish this place serves but they have perfected it to a T, simplicity was the key here, but it carried such a complex depth in its taste and aroma (from all the aromatics) that you can't judge it based off looks, you have to taste it.
2nd up to bat was the aptly named Dump Truck. The story behind this little shack was that the couple that owns the place used to live in Beijing next to a restaurant owner who showed them the ropes. Once they came to Portland they refined their skills and created their own interpretations. Their selection is small but they each carry their own unique punch of flavor and creativity. Order up Le Sampler, if your a fickle guy like me, and try Mr. Ma's Special (ginger pork), Down to Earth (vegi friendly), Potato Curry (Malaysian style), & finally the Bacon Cheeseburger (yeah seriously).
Soon after sampling a couple flights over at the Rogue Ales Public House, my companions & I finally gave in to the idea of crossing town to wait in line for some Voodoo Doughnuts!!! Reported to have line waits as long as an hour, it was only a meager half hour+ wait till I was able to make my long awaited order of the legendary pink box. The selection process was overwhelming, since they had so many on display and the added pressure of a ton of people waiting in line behind you, I hated to be that one newb. But here's my picks, 0 regrets, all gluttonous joy.
-Bacon Maple Bar: Easily my favorite of all time, it combines my number one fave doughnut with thick slices of crispy bacon. Pretty sure I had a big dumb smile after my first bite.
- Voodoo Doll: This one is chocolate little man filled with raspberry jelly (blood) doesn't boast anything out of the ordinary other than poking it with the pretzel stick hoping someone else feels it. Haha
- Old Dirty Bastard: A nod to the Wu, aesthetically it holds true to it's name and so does the mess it makes after you devour it.
- Memphis Mafia: Fried dough with banana chunks and cinnamon covered in a chocolate/peanut butter glaze covered with peanuts & chocolate chips. The King is somewhere blushing right now, 'nuff said. Just go and cancel all immediate appoints if your going to attempt this.
-Ain't that a Peach Fritter: A seriously massive Peach Fritter topped with cream cheese. Say F U to your diet because you're on vacation!
- Mexican Hot Chocolate: The one and only thing I can say that bares worthiness of claiming to resemble "mexican hot chocolate". By which I mean it's not the uber-sweetness most people tend to expect, but rather a dark semi bitter chocolate with some spice in the back end. I love it for that, just wish it wasn't so dry...
After trekking around all day I was finally able to get some rest and lay down on an actual bed! After a few hours of some shut eye I woke up to a roomie I met along the tour, thinking of heading out the Mission Theater down the street. The idea behind this place, and many other establishments like this around the city, is to enjoy classic films while drinking some of Portland's finest craft brews. The selection for the night, Woody Allen's 'Sleeper', kooky to say the least. Loving this city already.
Feeling rejuvenated after heaping plate of Kahlua Pork, because all the "breakfast" menu's stopped serving at 11am (what is this McDonalds??), I rush back to the hostel to finally make it in time for the introductions. Saying hi and hello to all the fellow hostel mates, we're lead buy our guide, who I swear looks William H. Macy, except a hell of a lot more quirkier.
We make our way from our home base in the Northwest district onward to the Pearl, down through the Historic Waterfront, and circling back to the down town district . Picking up neat tid-bits such as the street signs in the Alphabet district, and how they contributed to a lot of the Simpsons characters names (Matt Groening is from here btw). Checked out Mills End Park, smallest park in the world (pictured below), got a little info on the infamous Zoobombers that come out every Sunday night, unchain the bikes shown below and simply haul major buns down the West Hills (something added to my bucket list). By the end I come to find that the city takes pride in being a little "weird", Portlandians will understand.
Soon at the end of our tour, a few of the hostel mates decide to break off and have some lunch at a couple of the cities food carts, an estimated 500 of these stands are said to be scattered all over this city.First was the foodie cult phenom Nong's Khao Man Gai, Thai style chicken & rice. It's the one and only dish this place serves but they have perfected it to a T, simplicity was the key here, but it carried such a complex depth in its taste and aroma (from all the aromatics) that you can't judge it based off looks, you have to taste it.
2nd up to bat was the aptly named Dump Truck. The story behind this little shack was that the couple that owns the place used to live in Beijing next to a restaurant owner who showed them the ropes. Once they came to Portland they refined their skills and created their own interpretations. Their selection is small but they each carry their own unique punch of flavor and creativity. Order up Le Sampler, if your a fickle guy like me, and try Mr. Ma's Special (ginger pork), Down to Earth (vegi friendly), Potato Curry (Malaysian style), & finally the Bacon Cheeseburger (yeah seriously).
Soon after sampling a couple flights over at the Rogue Ales Public House, my companions & I finally gave in to the idea of crossing town to wait in line for some Voodoo Doughnuts!!! Reported to have line waits as long as an hour, it was only a meager half hour+ wait till I was able to make my long awaited order of the legendary pink box. The selection process was overwhelming, since they had so many on display and the added pressure of a ton of people waiting in line behind you, I hated to be that one newb. But here's my picks, 0 regrets, all gluttonous joy. -Bacon Maple Bar: Easily my favorite of all time, it combines my number one fave doughnut with thick slices of crispy bacon. Pretty sure I had a big dumb smile after my first bite.
- Voodoo Doll: This one is chocolate little man filled with raspberry jelly (blood) doesn't boast anything out of the ordinary other than poking it with the pretzel stick hoping someone else feels it. Haha
- Old Dirty Bastard: A nod to the Wu, aesthetically it holds true to it's name and so does the mess it makes after you devour it.
- Memphis Mafia: Fried dough with banana chunks and cinnamon covered in a chocolate/peanut butter glaze covered with peanuts & chocolate chips. The King is somewhere blushing right now, 'nuff said. Just go and cancel all immediate appoints if your going to attempt this.
-Ain't that a Peach Fritter: A seriously massive Peach Fritter topped with cream cheese. Say F U to your diet because you're on vacation!
- Mexican Hot Chocolate: The one and only thing I can say that bares worthiness of claiming to resemble "mexican hot chocolate". By which I mean it's not the uber-sweetness most people tend to expect, but rather a dark semi bitter chocolate with some spice in the back end. I love it for that, just wish it wasn't so dry...
After trekking around all day I was finally able to get some rest and lay down on an actual bed! After a few hours of some shut eye I woke up to a roomie I met along the tour, thinking of heading out the Mission Theater down the street. The idea behind this place, and many other establishments like this around the city, is to enjoy classic films while drinking some of Portland's finest craft brews. The selection for the night, Woody Allen's 'Sleeper', kooky to say the least. Loving this city already.
Nong's Khao Man Gai & The Dump Truck
SW 10th & Alder St
Portland, OR 97205
Voodoo Doughnut
22 SW 3rd Ave
Portland, OR 97204
Mission Theater
1624 NW Glisan St.
Portland, OR 97204
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