I was down in Portland over the long Easter weekend recently, enthused about visiting Portlandia for the second time. The first time it gave me warm fuzzies, but also wide eyes and a too-narrow stomach that did not accommodate for trying all that food carts had to offer.
I heard that Portland had a lot of food carts, but when I first arrived I was flabbergasted. I thought I had some strategy to tackle them all (just pick one thing from each cart! … right?), but apparently being overly greedy wasn’t exactly a strategy. Alright, I suppose I could be discerning.
I did my research by walking around the block once… twice… walked a few blocks over to the next crop of food carts… walked back to the first lot… then eventually I picked the loudest looking cart when I was finally hungry enough to eat a wolf, and went with it.
Euro Trash is bright and flashy, so very Euro-trashy.
The menu was intriguing. If you know anything about me, it’s (usually) go big or go home.
So at around noon, with a hangover and with the intention of eating something that was more intended to be breakfast, I asked for the Foie Gras (on top of Nah Nah Chips: potatoes, sliced + fried with garlic aioli).
Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Look at that.
From a food truck!
On top of garlic aioli smothered fried chips!
On a sunny day!
During a hangover!
Before I could recall whether travel insurance applied to self inflicted coronary disease, I yelled out my battle cry: “I regret nothing!” and dug in.
I would hardly recommend the same thing to anyone else for any reason except to garner stupid enjoyment from all things foie gras/novel, but if somehow none of the above did not trigger some sort of nutritional self defense mechanism like making you want to eat a leafy green instead, you are the target demographic. Go for it, I say!
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