After an outdoor breakfast of bacon and french toast, we are on the road heading for Portland.
We arrive at Roamer’s RV Park around 3:30. It’s one of those RV parks that suffers from lack of imagination. There are few trees, and no picnic tables or fire rings. They have provided strips of lawn between the sites, but other than that it pretty much looks like a parking lot. That’s ok, we don’t plan on spending much time in the RV. Because….TODAY IS DAY NO. 1 OF THE GREAT PORTLAND FOOD CART EXPERIENCE!
We have a short list of food trucks/carts we compiled after watching Eat Street on the Food Network. However, according to www.foodcartsportland.com , “Portland is famous for its now 670 food carts.” Yes, that’s a lot of food carts to cover in four days, but we promise you we will give it our very best effort.
We have learned that food cards hang out in “pods”. That means if you are stalking a food cart and find it, you most likely will find others huddled around it. We have also learned that there are 25 different lots throughout the city where you can find these pods. But more importantly we have learned that the latest thing is the alcohol cart. Yes, starting THIS VERY WEEKEND you can get a cocktail from a food cart…and it’s LEGAL!
But today we are in search of a cart we discovered from the foodcartsportland website. It is called “WOOSTERS” and they specialize in a BLT made with fried green tomatoes. They also have side dishes like fried okra (Fred is clapping his hands gleefully and jumping up and down) and black eyed peas. It comes as no surprise that the fellas who operate this cart come from the South…Texas in fact.
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| Portland at night with the van bouncing over the bridge. |
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| Foster Food Cart Pod |
But today we are in search of a cart we discovered from the foodcartsportland website. It is called “WOOSTERS” and they specialize in a BLT made with fried green tomatoes. They also have side dishes like fried okra (Fred is clapping his hands gleefully and jumping up and down) and black eyed peas. It comes as no surprise that the fellas who operate this cart come from the South…Texas in fact.
We punch the address into our GPS: intersection of SE Foster and SE 52nd Street. It’s about 20 to 30 minutes from where we are staying (if there is no accident on the I-5, which there was).
We find the “Foster Pod” circled together on a corner lot. Each cart has its own distinct look and character. There’s the bright orange painted Mexican food cart, a pink & brown VW cart called “Sneaky Kitty” (healthy food stuff), and the “Holy Cannoli” cart (guess what they serve). But we are here for one thing and one thing only: fried green tomatoes at Woosters.
We find the “Foster Pod” circled together on a corner lot. Each cart has its own distinct look and character. There’s the bright orange painted Mexican food cart, a pink & brown VW cart called “Sneaky Kitty” (healthy food stuff), and the “Holy Cannoli” cart (guess what they serve). But we are here for one thing and one thing only: fried green tomatoes at Woosters.
We are not disappointed. In fact, we are ecstatic. The food is wonderful and in spite of the fact he is out of green tomatoes and uses an orange tomato for the BLT, it is delicious. Fred orders the chicken fried steak with sausage gravy. He LOVES it. Says it is, and I quote, "The best I've ever eaten in my whole, whole entire life." Or something like that. He makes yummy smacking sounds.
We choose side dishes of black eyed peas and also sautéed veggies. Everything is truly good. Fred asks about the fried okra and the fella regretfully tells him he doesn’t have any tonight. But, to put a smile on Fred’s sad face, he gives him a free dessert: fresh banana pudding. Fred claims it is just like his mother always made in West Texas. So that means it’s good.
We choose side dishes of black eyed peas and also sautéed veggies. Everything is truly good. Fred asks about the fried okra and the fella regretfully tells him he doesn’t have any tonight. But, to put a smile on Fred’s sad face, he gives him a free dessert: fresh banana pudding. Fred claims it is just like his mother always made in West Texas. So that means it’s good.
We leave happy as stuffed oinky pigs in a mud pen. Full and sassy. We are already talking about tomorrow’s food cart adventure. We might see a museum or a historical sight, or even an art gallery or two, but who cares….we are in food cart territory and we are hot on their trail.
We will sleep well tonight, knowing that tomorrow promises the thrill of the hunt.
Lights out at 9:30.
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