Asian Food? Go Southeast…

A few weekends ago, I took my first trip to southeast Portland, home to Wong King's (although I didn't visit there, only passed by and looked/sniffed longingly…). Despite the pretty gates and the Chinese Garden, the Chinatown located downtown is not the location where to find the true Chinese community of Portland. Although immigrants stated here back in history, they have since migrated out to a more affordable location, taking their authentic grocery stores and restaurants along with them.

It was a long ride to the SE Division Max stop via the Green Line from PSU and a walk to 82nd and a unassuming lil strip mall location. As soon as you walk a block or so down though from the Max station, the store signage in multiple languages appear to confirm you are in the right place. This particular evening I headed towards a newly opened restaurant, Quan Linh Asian Bistro, to support a young acquaintance's family restaurant at a set group dinner.

He was a bit too excited about the deep fryer, based on the amount of items cooked in container oil that appeared on the table, but I too remember in my 20s how much fun and delicious anything deep fried is. His menu also boasts a lot of photos to help identify the variety of dishes on the menu. The dishes are the flavors of home cooking, though the home cooking doesn't really offer a lot of veggies in the mix and it's not exactly the home cooking that you would necessarily travel all that far for as it's a particular family's taste…But if you shrug off that you can't expect mom and dad to be fancy here, they do have some tasty specialities in the mix if you can just figure out what dishes they are. The name includes the word bistro and tries to advertise fusion, but it's pretty much a Chinese with some extra Vietnamese or Thai thrown in, partially dialed back from the real deal for the original dish but definitely not Americanized flavor profiles either. The hole in the wall is bare and functional, something you'd expect to see with a "garage door open/close" in southeast Asia, though thankfully much cleaner.

We started with, as we waited for other party members that were more than 30 minutes late (and half of which didn't end up showing up), some fried fish balls that really really need to be served with sriracha.   
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Next to the table was a shrimp papaya salad. The right ingredients were there, and I appreciated the fresh big shrimp, but I would have liked it to go all the way with some dried shrimp or crab bits in the mix for saltiness and more chilis to sucessfully produce the mix of tart (from the lime juice), sweet, spicy, salty and bitter and soft and crunchy. Yeah, I just want a som tum with understandably toned down heat. 

The Fried Vietnamese Spring Rolls were nothing different then any other spring roll anywhere else. More seasoning in the meat could make this decent, as it was executed as expected. Also, they should have been served before the shrimp papaya salad.

The Salt and Pepper frog leg needed more salt and pepper to get past the batter but were cooked fine, just not seasoned enough.

Meanwhile, the Pan Fried fish with Vietnamese Fish Sauce was fried a little too long- it was a good crispy, but also so hard you needed some serious knife cutting to get a piece.

Similarly, a little too long frying these gigantic fried tofu stuffed with pork and lemongrass, though I appreciated the concept but couldn't taste past the too well done ness as these things are sponges for the oil and when left that long, it obfuscates the good intention of the pork and lemongrass.

 

I appreciated the no holding back on types of seafood in the Thai Seafood Tom Yum Hot Pot, though I think the hot and sour could have been upped in the broth to realy make it good. This was a dish pretty well liked by everyone anyway, so I may be spoiled by my past experience with tom yum- really though, as you can see from the floating offerings of the soup, it was so close to really being good if the broth had stood up to the seafood.

Next, the honey garlic sparerib- like the tom yum, so close if it only hadn't been so hard! Had to really pick this up to gnaw to get the meat off the bone, and the meat on the bone was a bit lean, but the flavors were definitely right. If there had been more meat on each sparerib the honey could have spread out more instead of over-caramelizing as much as it did.

Their shrimp braised in our homemade sauce offered some serious shrimp still in the shell. 

The finish was definetely a high note for me at least, Fried Mantou (Chinese Steam Bun) served with Condensed Milk. You won't find these often, and they are exactly the way they should be, piping hot deep fried dough pillow that are light and crispy to be vehicles for the thick and sweet condensed milk. Definitely authentic, definitely a highlight.

I would call this experience like a adolescent version of Joy Yee's (in Chicago), where Quan is still trying to mature into a pan-asian medley and guilty "Asian quick food" pleasure- nothing fancy, but not Americanized, something you scarf down in its greasy glory like you would a Quarter Pounder with cheese because you want a cheeseburger and you know the actual cheeseburger on the McD menu is too dumbed down but you aren't looking for the $10 cheeseburger either. I certainly hope this place doesn't go the way of Joy Yee's in trying to impossibly offer too many dishes and thus hiding the Quarter Pounders among a bunch of mediocre chicken sandwiches in an attempt to have "menu breadth". But, they do need to figure out what tastes really good and make their menu more manageable to spotlight the treasures that will addict people to craving and coming back, not obscure them.   

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Meals with Visiting Friends

The past few weeks I've had the good fortune to have been able to enjoy three meals with out of town visitors. One meal, at Horsebrass Pub, was the Plougman's Platter covered in the drinking and eating post, because that particular friend got to enjoy some eating, more drinking, and then intoxicated Fred Meyer shopping, unsafe driving with too much in a car, and carrying a super heavy furniture box up the stairs to the house in the dark. Yay. Thanks Jim!

Fortunately, the other two visitors got a much more normal visit. One was a brunch at Mother's Bistro, where the brunch, as I have always found it, feels trendy and elegant and homey at the same time, thanks to waiting for a table outside (inevitably there is a wait for brunch at popular Mother's- which isn't too big a burden if you are chatting away so that the time flies quickly. Hi Rav!), the sparkly chandeliers reflecting sunshine as you sit on booths that have pillows like you were in a window seat nook, and mugs that remind us to call our mother as we eat food apparently some mothers make. It's not an Asian breakfast so it's nothing my mom will make, and what moms cook with this much butter? The food here is so rich! Must be a southern mama…

My staples here are to get the special smoothie of the day and french press coffee, and then the benedict here which is only available on weekends. This dish is so rich, it would be better halved so two can enjoy their creamy version of Hollandaise sauce, which is the standout of this dish and you hope to smear the sauce and egg yolk from the poached egg onto the just-ok roasted potatoes.

Mother's Bistro Tofu Scramble with onions, peppers, garlic, tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms & potatoes is a somewhat healthy veg option.

A lunch meeting with another old friend brought me to Mingo West for its convenience to Hillsboro and Beaverton, our work locations. Lunch included pasta that was fresh and risotto that wasn't anything to write about. I thought we had great desserts at least in this otherwise unremarkable to me suburban dining outpost of a supposedly well loved Mingo in Northwest Portland. The chocolate ganache was huge and rich, and the ricotta cake  offered a fresh light take on the usual heavy cheesecake. And, at least we got to enjoy almost al fresco dining- we sat by where they had opened up the doors to look outside at Round Fountain Plaza while staying out of the sun the actual outside diners had to contend with. I'll try to find something more interesting next time Heather.

Who wants to visit next?

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Eatings while drinking…

I visited Henry's Tavern as I was waiting for First Thursday in the Pearl. The service was friendly and fast even during a very busy happy hour, and they did have a large beer selection, though if you've attended a year's worth of beer festivals and had a monthly visits to Bailey's Taproom for tasting sampler trays, it turns out you have already had a lot of them. Seeing a huge tabloid page of beer listings and being able to say you've had almost everything is… well, quite a realization, and makes you wonder what to call this accomplishment.

For happy hour eats, I sampled the hot spinach parmesan artichoke dip with warm tortilla chips, mac and cheese with cheddar and parmesan, and the signature gorgonzola waffle cut fries. The spinach dip was laughable. Something from Safeway's deli would be better… no kitchen could have possibly made this, they must have reheated it from a jar. The mac and cheese is better at Noodles and Company then here because the creamyness is the texture of nacho sauce. And I mean the kind you pump out as a convenience store- don't try to fool me with that little sprinkling of grated cheese from a bag that there was a lot of real cheese in this. The signature gorgonzola waffle cut fries were well cooked, but incredibly oversalted and the gorgonzola sauce not plentiful enough to counter it. More gorgonzola sauce please.

There are a lot of options in the Pearl district, and the food here clearly didn't measure up with the many other choices for food nearby. The selection of beer might be interesting to a non-Portland-beer scene person, and one thing they do offer is the many large screen TVs. So, for a sports bar, it's a good trendy sports bar that has a lot of beer options. But, also, it's a sports bar. Decide for yourself if this is what you want.

Meanwhile, my eyes widened when I saw the Ploughman's Platter at Horse Brass Pub. This old style English pub is large and no longer smoky, and balances its larger size with still feeling like a neighborhood hole in the wall dive somehow. The beer menu here offers a lot of variety. Meanwhile, the English Ploughman's plate is not the size of a mere snack. "Cheese, apple, carrots, pickle and tomato, served with potato chips, bread and butter." says the description innocently. What they don't specify is that the cheeses are 3 hunks not pieces (two of them clearly go into the wedge category), there's like half a dozen pickles, a quarter of a loaf of bread, the equivalent of a bag of potato chips from the vending machine (but fresh!) and two whole apples sliced handily into wedges on a platter. The cheddar was a bit sharp (but it is a classic cheddar), and I really liked the stilton. Seriously, it was very authentic Ploughman's lunch! Great for soaking up the higher alcohol beer (and continued to work even through our next stop at Belmont Station… well we still ended up "drunk shopping" at Fred Meyer. Seriously the Fred Meyer on Hawthorne is awesome, even sober. I digress). Next time, I'll try the fish and chips, because I'd visit Horse Brass and Belmont Station again.

 

 

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Travel Food… part 1. Starting in Portland to the OR Coast

Since my last post, I went to the Coast for a weekend, and then spent a week in Austin for work, a weekend in the Umpqua Valley on a wine barrel tour, and then a week in the DC/Baltimore area.

Let's start with the start of my travels… which wasn't me traveling but greeting travellers, the in-laws.

A initial dinner when the in-laws arrived at Mama Mia Trattoria because Portabello was closed and they specifically wanted Italian pasta (not pizza). Here is where your first basket of bread includes garlic bread. I actually didn't get to try any though, and the pasta was ok, with the only impressive thing being the size of the fried ravioli appetizers (monster ravioli size!). I feel privileged that I can think back to some incredible pasta meals like at Trattoria No. 10 and Spiaggia in Chicago, but I haven't found an equivalent favorite Italian place in Portland yet.

I had to work, so did not go with them to Edgefield for brunch or to explore the gorge, but after they came back I took them to a dinner at Wildwood, still one of my favorite Northwest cuisine restaurants (and they have their own parking lot). We enjoyed dinner so much we didn't take photos until dessert

 

Then we were off to the coast, which meant a stop at Camp 18. We sat by the windows which faced all the birdfeeders, and enjoyed watching various types of birds also come get their breakfast as we enjoyed our enormous portions surrounded by examples of the beautiful wood you can find in the Northwest. There, ordering 2 pancakes yields pancakes that are each bigger then your face, a side of potatoes is an entire plate-ful, one biscuit with gravy comes on a plate swimming with sausage-y gravy and each half of the biscuit seems the size of a normal biscuit. Yes, I will always stop here on the way to the coast.

A stop at the Seaside Aquarium and Cannon Beach lead to a stop at Tillamook Cheese Factory and a grilled cheese sandwich and some Tillamook ice cream/sorbet. and a very sexy marionberry pie.

We finished off at Devil's Punchbowl… where we fed a cracker to a new friend we met.

More coming next post…

 

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Countdown to the Coast…

For the first time, my parents-in-law are coming to the northwest, and as part of their week here we are taking them to the Oregon Coast. I actually haven't been to the coast for years- the first couple times I visited here, I usually got at least a day trip, but when it actually came time to investigate moving here and now having lived here, I never went.

The last time I went, we drove with friends from Seattle and stopped at Camp 18. I still remember how crunchy and perfectly executed in a non-greasy fashion the fried halibut sandwich with sharp Tillamook cheddar and super crisp steak fries were. Every single steak fry was extra crispy crunchy, not a soggy one in the bunch.

We are doing a very similar drive this time, though obviously our starting point is Portland this time. We'll be swinging past on 26 to Camp 18 for breakfast and then onward to Cannon Beach, and down the coastline, stopping at Tillamook (where I will find room for a Tillamook Grilled Cheese, and ice cream, thank you) for sure but also any other places we see fit (like Devil's Punchbowl and Mo's Clam Chowder snack at Otter Rock) and wrapping up at Newport with a visit to Rogue. We also have the Newport Aquarium in our sights but only if we get in early enough and not distracted by the coastal beauty- which really depends on the weather.

I am not sure what exactly my parents-in-laws like to eat, but as a snack to have around the house, besides lots of lemonade and a carton of OJ and lots of beer and wine, I also went to the Portland Farmer's Market (I go so often I don't even bother to post about it) and picked up some cheeses (Chipotle Cheddar and Rosemary Cheddar from Rogue Creamery and blue cheese from my usual dairy lady of Jacobs Creamery) and as another bonus, boar and apple pate and farmer's pate from my favorite meat vendor, Chop Butchery. The poor guy (Eric Finley) was just getting overwhelmed today- it's always a popular one for people coming to taste, and they always taste all of the pates he has out which can be 4-5, so he's chopping and answering questions and trying to see whose orders he needs to take. One guy kept asking him what was each pate displayed, even though ahem, there were clearly signs in front of each block of wood with the pate offering and he tried to tell the guy to just read while at the same time dealing with a woman who was asking about his sausages, wanted one he was out of then wanted to try one that he didn't have for sampling while half a dozen more people were crowding just our inner circle of 4 in front of his table.

I just tried to get in and out of there as fast as I could with my pates (ok, maybe I threw in a duck confit for myself), not wanting to be a bother. It was a bit sad because I've actually stopped here a dozen times, but he never has time to really talk anymore, unlike when he first opened the stand. Though hey dude, maybe you should consider bigger signage. The flowers I purchased just had a big blue paper where with marker was written simply "1. Pay for a ready-made bouquet or 2. Tell us your custom order and we'll build it for you now or you can pick up later" so that despite the language barrier of the little flower factory they had going on, you knew exactly what the system is. Signs are so cheap and can really help a farmer's market vendor out. I know he uses the same chalkboard thing since he started, but when you have people surrounding you 3 half-circles back you need to get people to process information and make choices faster. I do appreciate that most of his stuff is $5, making for easy cash transactions. 🙂

The Portland Farmer's Market is just not a place that you can always take the time to know your vendor anymore. They doubled the size compared to last year, and although there are some new vendors they didn't add double the vendors, they are trying to allow more spacing. Still, with the number of people who come to the market now, it is still really, really crowded, too crowded for relationships with the farmers and more just a economic market of buyers and sellers just trying to get things done, though it is a very happy family and friend time on the buyers side. Lots of families with their strollers or kids, which I appreciate seeing future generations appreciating their food coming from the land and not a shiny corporate grocery store. When I was growing up, my mom stopped at several family owned groceries and farm stands (my favorite one was one where I always wanted to get fresh apple cider).

I miss that personal part- even though I go every Saturday, I know the farmers can't possibly remember me with everyone they see in that half day- but I'm glad that so many people are supporting them, even and especially in this economy. Hopefully, this will mean even more growth next year, and continues the cycle of appreciating what food should look like and come from. I suppose if I really wanted to talk, I could get my butt up earlier in the morning too. Very early when it is just opened, or in bad weather, are my most leisurely experiences with the market. If we have a chance, it would be nice to take the inlaws to the market, but knowing that the experience will be so crowded, it's not a top priority- Saturday Market is more that browsing feel we are hoping for.

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