I’m such a sucker for a good pun…and I also like food trucks. Portland’s Fried Egg I’m in Love manages to combine both of these and offer their delicious breakfast sandwiches on gluten-free bread. Win-win! I went for the Free Range Against the Machine, which featured a fried egg, avocado, tomato and havarti. Bk’s sandwich, while not on gf bread, had an arguably better name: the Yolko Ono. Yum!
I was thrilled to read online that famed Portland eatery Pok Pok is actually quite friendly to food allergies. I’ve been wanting to go there for awhile but assumed it would be laden with soy sauce.
The way they handle it makes a lot of sense to me. You can request a special menu that in bold letters states what allergens each dish contains: seafood, gluten, dairy, etc. It made it much easier for me to pick a bunch of dishes that BK, my girl Michelle and I could all enjoy.
Before dinner, however, we stopped off at Pok Pok’s sister cocktail lounge across the street, Whiskey Soda Lounge. I’m kicking myself for not trying the salted plum vodka collins, although I generally do not like vodka. I also sampled the Stone Fence, which is made with their house drinking vinegar (the apple variety.) Pok Pok has its own entire line of drinking vinegars called Som. I’m not sure I’m sold on it yet.
At Pok Pok, we ended up going for a catfish dish, the spicy flank steak salad and the smoky eggplant salad, all of which were really delicious. The Saa Phak, a combo of veggies, Thai eggplant, Albacore and olives — well, I’d skip that next time. BK and Michelle also shared the spicy fish sauce wings. Everything was delicious except the Saa Phak and it was awesome to have so many options to choose from. What’s cool for us living in California is that things in Portland are quite cheap, comparatively. Considering the amount of food we had, I believe that with tip it came to about $35 each. That’s not dirt cheap but for a restaurant as widely regarded as Pok Pok, I was amazed at how affordable it seemed. I can’t wait to go back.
While en route from Santa Cruz to Portland, we stopped for a night just over the Oregon border in a small town called Brookings, population roughly 6,000.
The room we reserved through AirBnB had a beautiful view of the coast and a hot tub overlooking said coast.
Brookings does not have a lot in it. We picked up some wine at the local outlet of the Fred Meyer grocery chain, which is a grocery store that also sells electronics, clothing and housewares, in addition to having it’s own jewelry store-within-a grocery store called, appropriately, Fred Meyer Jewelers. There is something oddly appealing about the idea of being able to simultaneously purchase a television, a diamond tennis bracelet, a bottle of wine and a package of bacon. I think. It’s kind of weird to me actually. Oh, there’s also a location of the chain “Ray’s Food Place,” which for some reason I think is the funniest name for a grocery store. I appreciate the lack of euphemism or excess wording. It’s concise and straightforward. I can appreciate that.
I digress. It was recommended we try the “nice” restaurant in Brookings, which is also a vodka distilling company. And what pray tell is the name of this establishment? Super Fly!
As you might imagine, many Curtis Mayfield jokes were made while dining there, much to the chagrin of my dining compatriot.
Super Fly appears to have once been a pizzeria that is now trying to be a chichi cocktail lounge and restaurant with a bit of nightclub-esque blue lighting thrown in for good measure. It appears to be something of a “meet market.” Jokes aside though, the food wasn’t bad and everything was very affordable. I was amazed by the low price of $6 “martinis,” though if we are being accurate, none of the drinks on that list could really be classified as a martini. Instead, they were mainly an array of various bright-colored or chocolate-y drinks with sugared rims made using the restaurant’s own potato vodka (also called Super Fly.) I rarely drink vodka and I never drink most cocktails ending in “tini” but not starting with “mar,” but….when in Rome? Er, that is, when in Brookings, you do as they do, I suppose. I got the day’s special, a blood orangetini. Once I wiped off all the sugar on the rim, the drink wasn’t bad though I remembered how dangerous those sweet vodka drinks can be. I switched to a dirty vodka martini for round two.
The food was simple but not bad and quite affordable. I had a pork loin that came with a green salad and fries for $10. I cheated a little and ate the fries without asking about the fryer contamination issue. It wasn’t a good idea. Still, Super Fly was pretty decent.
Despite “losing” my job, bk and I decided we’d still go on our previously planned vacation, though we scaled it back. Instead of our intended plans to go to to Portland, Vancouver and Seattle, we chose to drive up the California-Oregon coast and stay in PDX for a few days. I personally do not like driving very much but the boy really wanted to see the coast so, away we went.
On our way, we stopped in Ukiah for some lunch, where I found the Ukiah Brewing Company. UBC touts itself as being “America’s first organic brewpub.” In addition to, you know, beer, they have a cider on draft and more importantly, GLUTEN-FREE BREAD.
Yes, that’s a damn good Reuben! With homemade ‘kraut and corned beef! Hallelujah!
From there it was on through the redwoods we went. The small towns that Highway 101 passes through are a bit fascinating to me. There were more little shops selling “burl” and carved wooden bears and dragons than I have ever seen before. Who exactly is buying all these items?!
There were also several herds of elk and a number of places where you could pull off and look at them. Obviously I wanted to do this.
I also insisted upon stopping to see the giant statues of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox in Crescent City, California, obviously.
I’m enjoying this Tumblr lately…..
I’ve complained before how the apparent trendiness of gluten-free diets drives me crazy. I appreciate the fact that it seems to have helped increase awareness and availability of gluten-free food. I don’t, however, like that it seems to have had a negative affect on perception. I’m concerned that many people will now take someone’s gluten-free less diet because they will think it’s just a stupid fad or something.
Sure enough, the gluten-free backlash is here.
Slate has a piece about why going gluten-free isn’t good for everyone as does Scientific American, which states more decisively that most people shouldn’t eat gluten-free. To be fair though, that latter piece was reprinted on FoxNews as well and it’s attributed to the dubious-sounding MyHealthNetwork.
Honestly, I don’t think everyone should go gluten-free. I do think people should cut back on their white flour and sugar intake, which is what I think a lot of people who go gluten-free for diet purposes don’t seem to quite get. It’s not the gluten that’s making you fat (usually, obviously we celiacs can contest that) – it’s the doughnuts, the crullers, the massive deli rolls and all that.
This isn’t really about food, but I’m writing it here.
So yesterday I lost my job.
I love euphemisms.
“Lost.” As if I just dropped it along the way or misplaced it somehow. Lost. As if it were a glove missing its partner that ends up sitting in a box behind the counter of a movie theater. Something I could put signs up around the neighborhood for, with little tear-off tabs bearing my phone number and the request for anyone who sees it to call.
Lost: One journalism job
Last seen March 6 in Santa Cruz.
This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten laid off and in some respects, that does make it a little easier. Unfortunately, I moved across the country to take this job and now I feel confused and unsure, the rug pulled right out from under me in one unceremonious sweep.
It’s not completely unexpected. Journalism is a difficult industry plagued by economic worries making it not a choice for the faint of heart. You do it because you love it, because you can’t imagine doing anything else, because you want to tell stories and you want to get information to people and you want to help make the world at least a little less confusing to at least one person.
But journalism is a tyrant of a mistress. It will eat you alive if you aren’t careful. As the Horace Greeley quote I had posted on my desk goes, “Journalism will kill you but it will keep you alive while you’re doing it.”
I think maybe that’s my fear right now. I’m afraid that if I stop, it will kill me. Like a shark I must keep swimming or I’ll float up to the surface and die.
I’m being a bit hyperbolic.
But my basic point is that I’ve got to find ways to keep doing what I do, to keep trying to do it better than the day before. Writing about food and gluten-free stuff in this little corner of the Internet has always been a bit of a treat, a way to relax from the gloom and doom of crime reporting. Lately I’ve been too tired to even do that. Writing after writing and researching for hours all day was becoming a chore. That’s never a good thing.
I’m looking for that proverbial silver lining here or whatever other cliche you might prefer. Time for writing about other things I love and am curious about, more time to research and read, more time to run around on our beautiful beaches with Ms. Ruby Tuesday and more time, of course, to try out new recipes and ideas.
Perhaps more importantly, this will be a chance for me to take a little break and become re-invigorated once more – hopefully this time with even more gusto. At heart I’m Polish and if there’s anything you can say about the Polish people, it’s that we are resilient. We get knocked down, we get back up and we keep going – with or without our pierogies.
Going through a bunch of photographs in my iPhoto file has reminded me it’s been awhile since I last ate at Charlie Hong Kong. For awhile, CHK was a staple in our household on those nights when we both worked late and were too beat to cook. CHK calls itself health Asian street food. I’m not so sure how authentic it is, but it’s tasty and pretty healthy, not to mention affordable. The menu is largely gluten-free, more importantly. I’m a fan of the rice bowls myself.
There is one caveat about the GF menu, however. There are certain menu items that can be made with regular noodles or rice noodles. If you want it made with rice noodles, specify that you want it gluten-free so they will use a new pot to boil the noodles. There was one time I forgot to do so and I’m fairly certain they used the same gluten-containing pot – I definitely was feeling pretty “glutened” after that. I’m not positive that was the problem, but I think it was. They have a little note about it on their menu that says they use separate pots, but I think sometimes it’s worth reminding whoever is working the counter.
So far my favorite dishes are the rice bowls topped with green curry chicken or tofu, or the chang mai noodles, which comes with a plentiful mix of delicious veggies such as chard, broccoli and mustard greens.
On a sunny Saturday a few weeks ago, bk and I decided to take a trip down the coast to Carmel solely because I’d never been there and because we could bring Ruby Tuesday. (Apparently Carmel is considered one of the most dog-friendly places in the country.)
Uncharacteristically, we didn’t really research any potential spots for lunch and decided to just take our chances.
We ordered some a pair of pinot grigios and began to peruse the menu. After asking the waitress if she knew which menu items would be safe for me, she informed me they have an entire gluten-free menu. And not only that, but I discovered what is truly a Holy Grail of gluten-free dining: they have a separate deep-fryer. I swear, the angels in my head sang hallelujah at the realization I could order GF fried oysters, fried calamari and clam chowder. Amazing.
Given our good luck at this oh-s0-rare occurrence, we ordered a bit more than I might have otherwise. We had the GF fried oysters and calamari, as well as cups of the lobster bisque and the clam chowder – all gluten-free. Everything was good but I think I particularly loved the fried oysters and the lobster bisque.
After discovering the restaurant had blue point oysters that day — his favorite — bk also ordered us a half dozen raw oysters. I’m very hit-and-miss when it comes to raw oysters. Sometimes I really like them, but most of the time one is plenty. These were great though, enough so that I happilg slurped down a few.
Oh, and for 75 cents extra, I was given my own little plate of GF bread and butter to start. It was far better than many GF breads — a housemade rosemary foccaccia-type. So cool.
We also had a couple more glasses of wine.
Flaherty’s is not a cheap experience. We shelled out far more than I normally would for lunch because I just couldn’t believe my good fortune to have stumbled upon a place with such great GF options. As anyone eating GF knows, finding a place with a separate fryer and special fried foods is like finding a white buffalo. The caveat is the fried food will take an extra few minutes because they will probably need to get the GF deep fryer heated up, but I’m not complaining about that one bit.
I don’t really think I’d have much reason to go to Carmel again, but if I do, I definitely want to go back and try the fish and chips, and the po’boy, and the crab melt… and the dinner menu.
More photos after the jump.
The folks at the National Foundation for Celiac Awareness sent out this list this week and I couldn’t resist sharing. At first I thought it was totally silly, but the more I consider it, the more difficult I can imagine dating celiac might be. I suppose I was lucky that the guy I was dating when I was first diagnosed had a lot of familiarity with celiac, and that my two serious relationships after that were with guys who loved to cook.