There’s More to Thai Food Than Pad Thai

I’m braced for a substantial lineup at *Pok Pok, Andy Ricker’s legendary, James Beard Foundation-award-winning Portland restaurant. But when I arrive on a sultry mid-afternoon, there are lots of empty tables, and I’m whisked straight into the air-conditioned bar. There’s not a lot of character here. The emphasis is squarely on the amazing food.

Pok Pok Thai restaurant in Portland, Oregon. T...

Pok Pok Thai restaurant in Portland, Oregon. The Oregonian restaurant of the year 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pok Pok features innovative, northern and northeastern Thailand dishes such as smoky charcoal grilled eggplant salad, sweet pork belly curry and lemongrass-stuffed game hen, with an average price of around $14. But I take a more conventional route with the signature Vietnamese-style hot wings, marinated in fish sauce and sugar, deep fried and tossed with garlic, more fish sauce and my choice of spicy chile flakes. To say they’re the best chicken wings I’ve ever had would do them an injustice. They’re enormous (who knew chickens had such big wings?)—sweet and spicy, meaty and messy. I go through nearly a napkin for each of the six wings, then mop up with a couple of wet naps. A spoon and a fork are recommended for this style of Thai food, but in this case I’m all hands.

Fantastic, monster chicken wings with an Asian twist at Pok Pok

Fantastic, monster chicken wings with an Asian twist at Pok Pok

On a side note, a look at Pok Pok’s menu opens up an unfamiliar, fantastic world of Thai cuisine. You won’t find pad thai, green curry or tom kha soup here. That’s because those dishes are all part of the southern Thai offerings that dominate Thai menus pandering to the North American masses. Pok Pok and its offshoots are Andy Ricker’s attempts to bring authentic northern and northeastern Thai cuisine to U.S. palates.

Here’s hoping it becomes a more widespread trend. Because there is more to Thai than pad thai.

Pok Pok
3226 SE Division Street, Portland, Oregon
Daily 11:30 am-10 pm
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Why I Hate Brunch

Nothing spells brunch like eggs Benedict

Nothing spells brunch like eggs Benedict

I hate weekend brunches. It’s when restaurants dust off their smoked salmon eggs Benedict, banana-stuffed brioche French toast and lavender lattes. It’s when the server tries to upsell you on mimosas or Bloody Marys. If you’re not careful, your breakfast bill can easily double.

Or fancy pancakes

Or fancy pancakes

I also hate seeing something on the restaurant’s online menu that I’d really like to try when I’m passing through on a weekday but discover is only available during weekend brunches.

Mostly, I hate the hours. I understand the appeal of a 10 am weekend opening for folks who have worked hard all week, want to sleep in and maybe read the paper before meeting friends for a leisurely brunch. When I’m on the road, I’d rather be eating breakfast at 7, or earlier, and then be on my way.

But with that 10 am brunch opening, there’s no early getaway, no avoiding the crowds and lineups that are inevitable at any popular breakfast joint. And the thing is with brunch, people want to linger over their food and chat. Staring a hole in the back of their heads while they slowly sip their third coffee refill, amidst empty plates, and ignore the bill—and you shuffle from foot to foot in a sweaty winter coat—rarely does anything other than raise your blood pressure.

So if you see someone with an anguished look in the weekend brunch lineup, that would be me.

The irreverent Urban Dictionary has several definitions of brunch, including “Typically reserved for snobs and biddies who like tea and jam” and “It’s not quite breakfast, it’s not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end.” I can’t repeat the rest.

Vancouver’s Pancake Parade

Jethro’s Fine Grub offers an extensive list of pancakes and French toast on its breakfast menu

It seems pancakes these days fall into two categories: staid and boring or over the top. The former are your typical buttermilk cakes—made in house or out of the package—often hitting your stomach like a lead weight.

The latter are dolled up with flavoured whipped creams and sugar-laden toppings or fillings. Some examples from just one restaurant’s menu: “brown sugar-baked bananas”, “streusel, butterscotch chip and caramel-filled”, “Oreo-filled” “Bailey’s and Kahlua swirled”, “pumpkin-pie filled”, “Frosted Flake cakes.” This is as bad as all those syrup-infused coffees.

How about just putting fresh fruit on top or making something light and flavourful like lemon ricotta cakes, with blueberries? Really, you can’t go wrong with blueberry pancakes. At least, pancake houses could show some creativity that doesn’t put you into a diabetic coma.

To provide some guidance of what can be done to make cakes hot again, here’s what a couple of innovative Vancouver, B.C. cafes are doing. The second featured place does have some sugar bombs in its lineup, and its portions are a little (okay, maybe way) over the top, but I like what it’s doing otherwise.

The *Red Wagon Restaurant is a cozy little diner, with stucco/wood-paneled walls and a slightly grimy texture that fits right into the East Hastings neighbourhood. I could go for the usual eggs and whatever. But is there any choice when I can order a stack of pancakes layered with pulled pork and topped with, get this, Jack Daniels maple syrup? I don’t know why more eateries don’t concoct signature dishes that stand out like this.

And boy, is this one unique—the salty, moist, almost too rich pulled pork perfectly complemented by the syrup’s sweetness. As for the flavourful Jack Daniels, I just hope the alcohol has evaporated before the syrup slides down my throat. After all, it’s scarcely 9 am, and they’ve got this .05 limit in B.C. Nothing like rolling into the day, I say.

How about some pulled pork layered between these  pancakes, with Jack Daniels maple syrup as a sweetener?

How about some pulled pork layered between these pancakes, with Jack Daniels maple syrup as a sweetener?

The Red Wagon Restaurant
2296 East Hastings Street, Vancouver
Weekdays 8 am-9 pm, weekends 9 am-9 pm
The Red Wagon on Urbanspoon

At *Jethro’s Fine Grub, the bottom of the menu contains a warning: Please Eat Responsibly. No kidding. The two-stack banana pancakes, flopping over an enormous platter, weigh in at 2-1/2 pounds. In two years, the waitress says she’s only seen four people finish them, one a woman marathon runner.

There's another monster pancake lurking beneath this banana-studded linker at Jethro's.

There’s another monster pancake lurking beneath this banana-studded lunker at Jethro’s. By the way, this is another customer’s order.

Jethro’s is a clean, bare-bones place, with only about eight tables and usually a lineup if you’re not there early. They do serve omelettes and eggs Benedict, but I’d suggest just going straight to the delicious, unusual French toast and pancake offerings. French toast items include fragrant, thick-cut slices of challah bread or chocolate chip banana bread, both baked in house. The pancake selections range from banana cakes stuffed and topped with caramel, pecans and streusel to ones with a shot of espresso and dark chocolate chips. Okay, those are the sugar bombs. There’s also ones stuffed simply with strawberries or bacon. But likely what’s most requested at Jethro’s is takeout boxes for all the leftovers.

So that I'm not anchored to my chair, I actually opt for Jethro's lovely, much lighter challah-bread French toast.

So that I’m not anchored to my chair, I actually opt for Jethro’s lovely, much lighter challah-bread French toast.

Jethro’s Fine Grub
3420 Dunbar Street and 3455 Fraser Street (cash only at this location), Vancouver
Daily 8 am-4 pm
Jethro's Fine Grub on Urbanspoon

Road Food for Thought: I’m not sure when it happened, but it seems every respectable diner now offers pancakes with real maple syrup, whether it’s from Vermont or Quebec. Though I don’t like it when they pour it on the cakes before serving.

Tweets Doesn’t Have Twitter, But It’s Got Killer Food

Edison, Washington is definitely an artsy little community

Edison, Washington is definitely an artsy little community

If you’re zipping between Vancouver and Seattle, I’d strongly recommend a little detour off the 1-5 (south of Bellingham, Washington) and into the artsy seaside village of Edison. Along a very short stretch of Cains Court is the excellent Breadfarm bakery (try the black olive baguette or the miche, Samish River potato or Chuckanut multigrain breads) and, next door, the Slough Food grocery, where you can pick up picnic supplies or enjoy a grilled cheese on the back patio. A minute’s walk away at The Edison Inn, order pan-fried oysters as good as any you might find on the Washington coast, and wash them down with a pint. Not far away, Farm to Market Bakery serves good soups and, get this, lime-soaked polenta cakes. It’s apparently moving soon into the Rhododendron Café site at 5521 Chuckanut Drive in nearby and also tiny Bow.

You can find Breadfarm loaves in Seattle, but why not head straight to the mothership?

You can find Breadfarm loaves in Seattle, but why not head straight to the mothership in Edison?

But the real Edison jewel, for me, is *Tweet’s Artisan Cafe & Eatery, with its rustic, beautifully curated design touches, perhaps not surprising considering there’s a contemporary gallery attached. Chef David Blakesley’s art is on display there, but it’s not the only place where he reigns creative.

Tweets is a lovely space to enjoy breakfast or lunch

Tweets is a lovely space to enjoy breakfast or lunch

The $10 salads are arranged masterpieces, adorned with a huge radish. My lowly breakfast sandwich is magically transformed here, with a mini salad on top and an accompanying slab of orange melon bursting with as much flavour as the eggs, ham and home-baked biscuit.

Tweets, Edison Washington

Have you ever seen a more gorgeous breakfast sandwich?

But the real star of the short breakfast and lunch menu is a towering torta rustica, with layer upon layer of Italian meats, cheeses and puff pastry. The prices might initially seem a little high, but you’re getting culinary creativity and first-rate ingredients for much less than you’d pay in the big city. And there’s no replicating the charm. Note: Owner Charles Atkinson tells me they’re opening a taqueria next door soon.

Some mouth-watering lunch specials at Tweets

Some mouth-watering lunch specials at Tweets

Tweets Cafe
5800 Cains Court, Edison, Washington
Friday to Sunday 9 am-6 pm. Cash only
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Getting Gassed in the U.S.

This credit card is not quite good as gold if you're a Canadian buying gas in the U.S.

This credit card is not quite good as gold if you’re a Canadian buying gas in the U.S.

Here’s a great trick I learn on the last day of a month-long road trip in the western U.S. Typically when buying gas in the States with a credit card, these days, I’m asked to enter a zip code. Since we Canadians don’t have those, I’m forced to walk inside and provide my credit card to the attendant, who checks the card and maybe my driver’s licence and asks me how much gas I want to buy before opening the pump. This sometimes involves going outside and hitting “Cancel” once or twice. Pain in the ass. Especially when I’m forced to guess how much gas I’ll need and, if I overestimate, have the extra amount credited back to my card, or at least so I’m told.

But when I’m buying gas at a Safeway in Spokane, Washington, a worker filling the windshield washing containers hears me whining and provides the tip that saves me the trip inside. Simply enter just the numbers from my Canadian postal code, followed by two 0s. Thus if my postal code is T5J 4E2, I enter 54200. Presto, I’m in business.

I’m not sure if this works in all states and at all gas stations, but I’ll certainly give it a try next time I’m stateside. Meanwhile, if any of you have tried this elsewhere, let me know.

Speaking of American gas stations, you’re not allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon. New Jersey, too, I believe. Something to do with safety regulations in those states. I do notice, however, that this gas-jockey service doesn’t extend to washing windshields.

Viva Las Arepas in, You Guessed it, Las Vegas

Viva Las Arepas owner Felix Arellano delivers arepas to my table

Viva Las Arepas owner Felix Arellano delivers arepas to my table

About a five-minute drive from the glitzy Las Vegas strip is *Viva Las Arepas (love that name), a bright corner joint in a decidedly more downbeat part of the city. Perfect. It’s a chance to delve into some fine Venezuelan food at bargain prices. Owner Felix Arellano is leaning over the mesquite-fired grill, cooking chicken and beef, much of it destined for the popular $5 arepas, a South American staple. But I go for a cachapa, filled with only melted mozza so I can focus on the excellent texture of this corn bread.

At this point, Felix sees me taking notes, comes over and says my cachapa isn’t the same as a cornmeal arepa. “Here, I’ll make you one, half stuffed with beef and half with shredded chicken, so you can see what a real arepa tastes like.” Both halves are delicious, especially splashed with some house-made hot sauce. Indeed, everything here is made from scratch. It’s a lot of work, but that’s what makes hands-on restaurants like these standouts.

Half-beef, half-chicken arepas. Outstanding!

Half-beef, half-chicken arepas. Outstanding!

Next time, I’ll get more adventurous and order the fried pork rinds and yucca root. Don’t think you’ll find that in any casino eatery.

Note: Felix is a partner in an excellent new gelato shop next door (Art of Flavors Gelato) and has a hot dog/taco shop truck down the street. It could be the start of a new Las Vegas strip.

Viva Las Arepas
1616 South Las Vegas Blvd Ste 120
Daily 10 am-10 pm, except midnight Friday and Saturday
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