My PDX pal, Kimm, and I wolfed down some gourmet grilled cheesy goodness at my new favorite guilty pleasure food cart...
|Love that logo.|
Grade-school yearbook photos under glass table tops. Amazingly absurd artwork above you. And the most delicious, buttery, crispy-cornered sandwiches I've had since I was 12. Just like every Thursday in middle school.
We picked a cozy table over the wheel well.
|Kimm...longing for an emergency exit.|
I will be back. Several times.
Check out their website and menu here. Today I had the one with roasted jalapenos, colby jack, cream cheese and tortilla chips on grilled white. Then we shared "The Jaime." Go look. Hoooly shit.
I'm developing a sweet and savory crush on you, Portland.....xomario
(PS)...Upon my second visit, the gal behind the counter remembered my "name"...Jack.
|Aww, kids. Just before they learn to be douche bags.|
|I was scolded by the cook for sticking my hand out the window.|
|The entire ceiling of the bus was tattooed with sinister art like this. Like a vaguely deviant Sistine Chapel.|
|Tell me it's a horrible coincidence that the back of the bus is closer to Rosa Parks Way than the front.|
|A toast...to boobs!|
|I call this one: "The Field Trip."|
|His mouth looks like a blue papaya. Or Smurfette's toothy vagina.|