Portland is a very cool city, esp. if you are young. And I've been married for two decades, and have a teenager, laugh lines, and a waist line. So I buy The Decemberists or Furr's latest CD rather than dancing in front of them until I drop. I read about hot new Peruvian restaurants far more than I go to them.
But I knew I had to make an exception when I heard there was a food cart on Hawthorne that was dedicated to frites, and more specifically to poutine. I've only been to Vancouver, BC, and never eaten poutine, a comfort food it sounds like you can get at any Burger King in Quebec. It's fries, gravy, and cheese curds. And this food cart in Portland, Potato Champion, has supposedly turned them into an art form, with Belgian-style pomme frites as the base.
Now I'm such a non-hip person that the first time I tried to buy some was at 6 pm. Ha ha! These carts are barely open at 8 pm, and they don't shut down until the partying hipster stumbles away at 3 am. But last night we were over in Southeast Portland at 10:30, and I persuaded my husband to let me join the crowd of tattooed, pierced, and far-more-cooler folks than me so I could get some poutine.
Excuse me while I wipe the drool from my chin. I think I have to move to Quebec!