When not writing wordy posts about quotes from hot professors and past meditation experiences, papa likes to eat. I'm sure that it comes as no surprise that I enjoy a good meal from time to time. But, in an effort not to drive people completely bonkers and, on occasion, eat a meal while it's still hot, I don't always bust out the camera and blog about my culinary consumptions. Not today, kids. Not today.
On a recent trip to visit the family down in Portland, we checked out the Screen Door restaurant for some Northwest Southern food. (I know, right? Sounds almost philosophical, huh?) Anyhoozles, I do love serious comfort food and Screen Door certainly delivered. Granted, a "Breakfast Corn Dog" didn't quite live up to the expectations of my "squeeeeaaaalll!!!" when I saw it on the menu but they let you sip on Bloody Marys street-side while you're waiting for a table so I can easily let that one slide. Plus, everything else was pretty super tasty. (You'd think I was a professional food writer with that wouldn't you? "Pretty super tasty." Wow. I'm good.)
I wasn't that hungry so I just ordered the Fried Chicken & Waffles which would have made a light snack for, oh, I don't know... a wedding reception?!! This baby was big. BIG. And it was also big on flavor so, y'know, a perfect combo all around, y'all. Seriously, seriously yum. Oh yeah, there were leftovers.
Apparently, we were all in a serious carb-loading mood that morning as it was waffles all around at this family table. We were all happy with our choices but no question that the praline bacon number you see up there was a strong contender in the "I think mine might be better than yours" category. I'm still putting my bets on my Fried Chicken & Waffle. Maybe with a side order of the praline bacon next time? (What?!! I'll share! Relax. Jeesh! As long as you share your Bananas Foster French Toast? Deal?)
Technically, this picture of the oh-so-delightful-why-yes-I'll-have-another Gin Bloody Marys should be at the top of this post since we were sipping these down long before waffle time. But I want to keep my pristine reputation in tact and it seemed a bit more appropriate and graciously Southern to offer y'all a "Cheers!" at the end of all of this. Y'all come back now! (I know I will.)
p.s. - I just so happen to be writing this post as I'm beginning a juice fast. Darting glances between images of golden waffles and a glass of green sludge. Glutton for punishment, I am.
