The 2008 Tillamook Mac & Chee Cook-off

…or, wherein I find out that Ilan Hall is actually super nice, and pretty funny in real life. He totally forgave me for making fun of him and everything (for the record, he is NOT afraid of starfucking fangirls, and isn’t into the dick. He 

Kare udon

Okay, this is a total phone-in. I will give the concession that I used homemade chicken stock, and sure, I poached the chicken breast with lots of fresh ginger and garlic, some sake, mirin and sesame oil, then added sliced shiitakes, Sweet Nantes carrots and 

Japadog and Guu

Vancouver is to Japanese restaurants as Portland/Seattle is to coffee shops. Which is to say, there is a fuckton of Japanese food here. We sort of knew this; I mean, we knew we couldn’t afford to spend as much time in Japan this fall that 

Oh Shit, We Are in Canada! Part I: Jade Dynasty

So, sorry I haven’t been around much. I was in the field all last week with no internet (except on my phone, like I’m gonna blog on that thing), and yesterday Scott and I got a wild hair up our asses and came to Vancouver, 

Omnivore’s 100

I bet Andrew at Very Good Taste wishes he had ads on his blog now, because his Omnivore’s 100 has gone completely viral. Here are the instructions: 1. Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions. 2. Bold all the items you’ve 

Happy as a Clam

I am, but not because we ate here. Let me back up. We went to the beach today, as is our wont on 100+-degree days. Today, by some twist of full moon Twilight Zone disturbia, it took us about three hours to make the 80 

I Got More Spice Than the Frugal Gourmet

This time, without pedophilia scandal! I know, I’m no fun. I participate (with tepid enthusiasm these days, sorry) on a gaming forum called f13.net in which I started Voodoolily’s Snacktastic Cooking Thread awhile back. Yesterday I saw the following post by a member: I get 

Clinton Corner Cafe

Portland is a brunch town. God help you if you want to eat some eggs on a Saturday morning. On weekends, even regular blue-collar lunch counters become “brunch places” packed with hipsters willing to wait an hour for some eggs and hash browns. Some places 

Biscuits and Gravy

Mmm…doesn’t that sound good in that 100-degree weather we’re having? Piping hot, fresh-from-the-oven buttermilk biscuits slathered in creamy country gravy, flecked with cracked black pepper and spicy little bites of sausage. Mmm…refreshing. Okay, so I’m working through a bit of my backlog. We really did 

Good Taste Noodle House

See also Stuff White People Like #71. I am totally guilty of this, by the way. I can eat completely mediocre food in a slightly dingy joint, but if Scott and I are the only white people, it’s Fucking Amazing, and The Best-Kept Secret in