It has come to my attention that most of my gluten-ing happens within 8 miles of my home. I don’t know if it matches the car accident formula which is when you’re in unfamiliar territory you are less likely to let your guard down. But even if I had, while in Portland, Oregon I would have been FINE. So fine because the very first restaurant I walked into—unbeknownst to me—was TOTALLY GLUTEN-FREE. Yep. Verde Cocina is all gluten-free, all the time. Those are kale enchiladas wrapped up in house made corn tortillas. I went more for the traditional, but still super interesting gringas con mole with local pork. Yep.
The next night was my big shindig at Widmer Brothers Brewing Company where they made not one, not two, but THREE recipes from my gluten-free book! And served gluten-free beer. Oh, not just beer, but an honest-to-goodness gluten-free IPA. Omission has all kinds of beers going on, but the IPA is my new BFF. Mmmmmm . . . .
And there was also a super rad burger joint that also served Omission alongside a gluten-free bun surrounding a delicious burger that was damn tasty. Maybe the best bun I’ve ever had? Thinking about it, thinking about it . . . Dick’s Kitchen rocked my world. Rocked it.
And then came Tula’s Bakery and Cafe. Home of the gluten-free hand pies, and a million other delicious things, all gluten-free.
I had a ham and cheese situation that felt almost like a fried croissant. This is a great thing, just in case that isn’t obvious. My kids had cupcakes and tarts, and all of it was ah-mah-zing. Portland. I love you. I LOVE YOU.