|I ate this, HB had the apple fritter.|
I was hoping to report on the delicious morsels found at the Portland Food Trucks, but alas, they are unworthy. It may be that there are a few really good ones, but we didn't find them. In their place we found a lot of rank smelling spots, where cooking oil is rarely fresh. I tried a truck with Indian items, run by Punjabis.
I suspect that the overall pinkness of Oregon causes a general blandification of food, so that garlic, chillis, any interesting spices are frowned upon. The urad dal, zuchini, and mixed dal dish I ordered was flavourless, although I could detect a bit of fenugreek in there somewhere, and knew there had to be turmeric, as the packaging the food came in left an indelible mark on a nice pair of previously white pants... Otherwise, the dish was innocent of spices.
In an actual restaurant Husband Person ordered a Jerk chicken sandwich that carried the faintest whiff of cardamom, but was otherwise equally innocent of the usual hot spices normally associated with Jerk seasoning...
|Only a half hour wait in the blazing sun...|
Was the half hour wait in line worth it?