If you visit this blog often, you're well aware that I have an obsession with not only pie, but Vietnamese and Thai food, too. So Portland, which was home to the second largest Asian community at the turn of the nineteenth century and is home to a considerably large one still, is now officially my personal Heaven on Earth--as far as my belly is concerned, anyway.
On our first full day in the city, after our tour of the Chinese Gardens, we hoofed it on over to the Pearl District. We'd heard tell that there was a great Vietnamese restaurant in this part of town, so I set my spring roll radar to high, and we soon found our destination.
Silk is a pretty swanky joint, far from the hole-in-the-wall, family-owned little places that I usually frequent. Even so, they definitely know how to make a spring roll and a great bowl of Phở .
Portland is a funky, interesting, livable city. I tell you, though, there's a Vietnamese, Thai, or sushi restaurant on every block, reason alone for me to consider calling Stumptown home.
No worries. I'm not hitting the silk road to Portland any time soon. I'm content to stay rooted in my little dirt road here in Mississippi. Phở can be found just an hour away in Memphis--far enough to keep my cravings strong but close enough that I don't suffer withdrawal. Thank goodness.
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Amy, I'm inhaling all your wonderful posts about Portland because I've never been, and...wait for it...my pal Dan and I are heading west for Pino Pie Day! I hope Lucia likes us as much as she liked you.
hi, Cathy! I've been biting my lip, waiting for the proper time to spill the beans about my most memorable visit with Miss Lucia--and Miss Katherine, of course. But I guess Pino beat me to it and put a little post on his blog :) VERY jealous that you'll be out that way for the Pino Pie Day. You're gonna love it. And Pino, too.
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