We got into Portland Saturday evening and met our pal Rob at the weird/run down/honestly kinda scary house he is subletting a room in. It was being guarded by this cat which didn't seem all that friendly. We had dinner at Ned Ludd around the corner, but we didn't eat any sandwiches there. Not that it mattered, because the food was not very good for how much it cost to eat there. Whatever.
This little fellow lives at the house where we crashed during our trip. She noticed me eating a piece of bread and got curious. Then she took a bite. Then, seconds after this photo was taken, she clawed me and stole it! I tell you there was something satanic about this cat. Did I mention it uses the toilet? Like, the human toilet? IT USES THE TOILET. UNNATURAL.
3535 N Vancouver Ave, Portland, OR
We were supposed to go to the river with our host and her friends on Sunday morning. but due to a breakdown in communication we would have had to skip out on coffee and our first meal of the day to do so. "Nuts to that!" we said. I didn't come Portland to eat snacks bought at Safeway en route to the river. Els and I took off on our own and decided to check out a spot called Brass Tacks. The sandwich gods clearly approved of our decision- their first sign of approval was that I recognized one of the owners of Brass Tacks was someone I knew from several years ago in San Francisco! It was an unexpected and funny coincidence. Our second sign from the sandwich gods came when we asked for iced coffees to start our hot sunny Portland day off right. At first they were like "oh we don't serve iced coffee sorry" but THEN it was all "oh hey I guess we have actually exactly two cups of iced coffee that were sent to us as a sample". So we got delicious, chocolately iced coffee and when the woman behind us in line was like "I'll have an iced coffee too" she got
DENIED. Bummer for her. I decided to get a ham sandwich, because I reasoned that I frequently see pork sandwiches on offer, but rarely ham. Few people want to attempt ham sandwiches. I think ham sandwiches just aren't sexy enough. Actually, ok, Rhea's has a
pretty good ham sandwich and Tartine does those
insane ham and gruyere melty things. But all the same you'll see a dozen fancy turkey sandwiches for every ham sandwich you come across. I liked this ham sandwich a lot, and what I liked about it was that it was so straight forward. Maple-glazed ham, cheddar cheese, mayo, mustard, pickles, onions, something leafy and green on a fluffy... ciabatta or something. It tasted like a ham sandwich and I like ham sandwiches.
What, was that a really boring description of a sandwich? How about another crazy-ass Portland animal then? This guy is named Dude, and he is a shy and sweet rescue dog, at least until anyone lights a fire or starts smoking around him. For some reason Dude loves smoke and spent almost this entire time we were at this backyard BBQ jumping up in the air and biting at the smoke. Portland animals are weird.
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