Tall, Blonde, and Hungry

WE'RE MOVING! I'm operating a brand new site for my school assignments and blog posts. HERE IT IS, MY NEW SHINY SITE VERY SITE MUCH WRITE  Go creep and peep; there's a new weekly series that's just a cover for writing about my life, and a photo gallery of my extremely amateur shots. Goodbye Blogger, it's been a slice! If you want to keep up with my stream of consciousness and prose writing, check out my other blog, This is a Blog There's a lot of angst, but some people like that. Old Posts will remain here until I import them to the new site and as always, Happy Eating my babies!

For Part One, CLICK ME Last week on TBH, my bro Thomas and I were in the throes of a carb nap. Beset by poor planning and wandering stomachs, we made a solemn vow to Plan Ahead. So we Googled "best Portland brunch" and settled on No Bones Beach Club , a vegan joint with the promise of delightful treats and drinks with tiny paper umbrellas. What we got was so, so much better. But first- No Bones is located in the scenic and historical Mississippi district in Portland, a charming strip lined with shops and coffee joints that's perfect for moseying by on a sunny day. It serves up vegan, locally and ethically sourced tiki influenced treats ranging from brunch to lunch all the way to dinner and drinks. They also donate a portion of the proceeds to a local animal rescue every month! BUT BACK TO THE FOOD This is what dreams are made of Holy. Guacamole. The crab cake benedict was amazing. The vegan hollandaise was creamy and spiced lightly with mustard, and the...

If you're a bit lost, start  HERE Over the summer, I was supposed to do a lot of things. I was supposed to climb a mountain (yeah right), work on my writing (ditto), and go to a music festival. The music festival plan went 10 types of sideways, so instead I went to Portland for 4 days to eat my way through America's hipster capital. LET ME TELL YOU I did not want to come home. I may have cried a little upon liftoff. But before all the sadness and goodbyes, I managed to enjoy the city throughly. Rolling in on a balmy August Wednesday, the city welcomed me with open arms. The first thing I noticed about downtown Portland was that the transit system was way better than back home. (thanks Calgary) The second thing I noticed was the food carts.  In a handful of strategic spots downtown, Portland has given an entire city block over to various food carts. I'm talking tacos, shawarma, donair, kebobs, fried chicken, ramen, paleo BBQ, sushi, Cajun cuisine, donuts...