Food Reviews & Stories The ugly brick building at the corner of Northeast Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard and Fremont Street has not been kind to its ground-floor tenants. The first occupant, Terroir, shuttered after j   More

Food Reviews & Stories We wanted to eat at a different ice cream shop every day in July. This idea was conceived in the middle of winter, when the logistics of trudging...   More

Food Reviews & Stories It’s tough to get behind Team USA at this year’s Olympics. It’s bad enough that both LeBron James and Mitt Romney’s dancing horse are representing our country in London, but now American c   More

Food Reviews & Stories Portlanders are obsessed with authenticity, especially when it comes to Asian food. We’ll huddle for an hour outside a tarp-sided shanty, poring over a menu and sprinkling pompous little annot   More

Food Reviews & Stories The chef looks pissed. Gabrielle Quiñónez Denton has her hands on her hips in the narrow walkway leading from Ox’s enclosed main kitchen to the restaurant’s 50-seat dining room. Sweat trickl   More

Food Reviews & Stories “Vanilla” has become a dirty word. It’s now synonymous with bland and uninspired, but the ancient Totonac people believed the vanilla plant sprang from the spilled blood of a beautiful princ   More

Food Reviews & Stories We know Portland teenagers are all tucked in bed by the city’s curfew, which is 10:15 pm on school nights and midnight on weekends. But if, hypothetically, they were out late—perhaps coming    More

Food Reviews & Stories Heart Coffee at East Burnside and 22nd Avenue knows its product. The baristas could write a book about beans extracted from Kenya and Ethiopia and roasted on site. They can talk for days about t   More

Food Reviews & Stories It’s 11 pm on a Monday night at Beirut Hookah Lounge in Beaverton. Two guys—one in a hoodie and a baseball cap turned to the side, the other in a waistcoat and a purple tie—play cards on low   More

Food Reviews & Stories It’s an awkward arrival. Pulling up to a shabby Beaverton strip mall at dusk on a Saturday night, we expect to walk into a busy restaurant. It’s totally empty. Called from the kitchen, our h   More