Tales of a wandering lesbian

Waffle joy


Portland is a great food town.  It’s a foodie paradise.  The best part of this, to me, is where the awesome food spills over into the streets.

Portland is a great food-cart town.

I eat at the Bombay Chaat House probably 3-4 times a week (each meal lasts two days).  I think it’s the best Indian food in town.  For the past six months or so, my Sunday ritual has included a trip to the two waffle cart locations in North Portland known as FLAVOUR spot.

This morning’s trip was with my ex-gf/roommate/best friend (don’t you love lesbians) Leigh, and my dog Libby.

DSCN1423[1]Libby Balance

These waffles are so powerful that the promise of a “maple pecan” waffle can rouse me from a dead sleep to fully dressed and hair done in about 5 minutes.

This morning there was no line, and we picked out a primo picnic table in the converted parking lot that houses the cart on Missisisppi Ave.

I’ve tried to capture the gooey, delicious nature of the waffle here for those who have never experienced it.


That’s maple butter and pecans folded lovingly into a fresh waffle.  Today’s special waffle was fresh strawberries, whipped cream and nutella.  Woah.

You come to Portland, you go to Flavour Spot.  Ya dig?

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July 8, 2009   2 Comments