I won’t bore you with details. Just know that Derrick and I took a quick jaunt to Portland this last weekend to celebrate his partner’s retirement and, evidently, to stuff our faces. We stumbled upon Alberta Street, which is an artsy Portland neighborhood we’ve somehow missed all these years. It would seem that Alberta Street’s sole purpose in life is to feed its visitors well. It does.  It did.  Oh, my three faithfuls, it did.

Friday night started with killer Drunken Noodles and Sexy Beef: ginger, scallions, coconut milk, red peppers…need I say more?  We have a big thing for Thai food.

We followed this “light” meal (all Asian food is practically diet, right?) with a shared Chocolat crepe here:

Think handmade nutella, hazelnuts, and cinnamon ice cream over a crepe so gooey and crispy, it could almost pass for an elephant ear.  In a good way.  Diabolically delicious.

We were also lucky enough to meet Suzette, face to face.  He seemed really nice.

We woke up the next morning to a huge breakfast at the hotel.  Think Belgian waffles, scrambled eggs, and a big white crusty bagel that would make Dr. Atkins very, very sad.  We shopped a little then quite naturally decided we were hungry for lunch.  We hopped back over to Alberta Street to try out a taqueria that had caught our eye the night before.

Think chile rellenos, fish tacos, tamales, beans, rice, chips, pico de gallo, and guacamole.

Yeah, we ate all that.  With no regret.  I am a Mexican food psycho and let me tell you, this was about the best I’ve ever had.  Think salt and fat, with just enough fresh veggies thrown in to make it respectable.

Approximately four hours after this sumptuous lunch, we reported to our good friends’ place for a barbeque to rock all barbeques.  The lovely hostess, Lisa, has a gorgeous home, great taste in food, and knows how to treat her guests.  I anticipate her gatherings like a child does a birthday party.  She’s that good.

As usual, I did not have my camera with me, and even if I had, did I really want other adults watching me take pictures of the food?  People might start to think I don’t get out much.  I found a few photos online to represent the fare we savored.  This wasn’t hamburger and hotdogville, if you know what I’m saying.  Think tri-tip, pork loin, and the like.  Think fresh fruit and yummy cheeses and breads and crackers a myriad of desserts to choose from.  Think me, happy, and still somehow not too full to down another meal.

And you may think baked beans aren’t anything to blog about, but that’s because you’ve never had Lisa’s.

I have decided that if I behave myself in this life, I will wake up in the next doing the butterfly stroke in a bowl of Lisa’s baked beans.  (I chose the butterfly because you have to open your mouth really wide when you’re above the water.  But I digress.)

At about nine o’clock, we tore ourselves away from the dessert table and started the three-hour drive home.  It should have been a chore, but we were still glowing (sweating) from our recent foodie adventures.

I did wake up this morning feeling a little stuffed from our weekend of eating, so I decided to lighten things up with baked ravioli and homemade bread for dinner.  A carton of Tillamook Mudslide is softening as I write this, and I think it will be an appropriate end to my weekend.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to get ready for bed.  I’m meeting my friends at 6:30 for our standard early morning run.  I still enjoy running, but am a little frustrated that I don’t seem to be losing any weight from it.

Any suggestions?

4 thoughts on “Best Food Weekend. Ever.

  1. I am STARVING after reading this. Every SINGLE bit of that food sounds absolutely amazing. Paul and I adore Thai food too. I need to take a jaunt to Portland. It’s only 10 hours away, but would be SO worth it for that yummy food.

  2. Oh man. Having just been in Portland and feeling kind of gypped because I didn’t eat any amazing food there, I really hate this post. I mean, I love it. Jealous as all get out, but because you make me laugh so, I will remain a faithful. One of the three, FTW!

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