My dad, who still doesn't understand why anyone would want to forgo hamburgers, lives by the motto: If it's green, it's trouble; if it's fried, order double. I've been meaning to get his take on items that cross both barriers: like vegetable tempera or the crispy-friend vegetarian spring rolls my husband and I devoured with friends during a trip to Typhoon in downtown Bend.
I've seen vegetarian menus before, but Typhoon is the first establishment to hand me my very own Vegan Menu. I was thrilled at first until I remembered hours later that I'd had my eye on the yellow vegetable curry on the standard menu, a favorite when it comes to Thai, only to be distracted by the laminated vegan insert (which must be requested by the diner).
Sébastien and I decided to share the Lahd Nah ($9.95) and the house salad ($8.95). I asked our waiter if these were good choices: my way of fishing for a food-worshipping waiter to proclaim: “The Death by Asparagus, although green, is to die for.” (According to the menu it was voted first place blue ribbon asparagus entrée by the California Asparagus Commission.) Instead our waiter quickly answered in the affirmative, which was in no way reassuring.
I drink tea from time to time, but never at $9 a pot, like the Imperial Green Oolong our friend Chris ordered. I savored the dollar-sized portion he poured me and have to admit I was considering offering up my Stella in exchange.
Whenever Sébastien likes something I consider it a success, and he was well pleased with our meal's wide-cut rice noodles, vegetables, and mushrooms coated in a thick saucy glaze. Our mixed greens, another concoction created to test my father, was dripping in sweet sesame dressing as thick as caramel syrup, topped off by a liberal sprinkling of pan-fried wontons. When the dessert menu arrived I wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? After that salad? Bring me some broccoli instead; and not the kind deep-fried in batter.”
Food & Drink
Got Crabs? 48 hours in Winchester Bay
My name is Alice. A-L-I-C-E. And I'm a craboholic.
It started so innocently. A friend of a friend makes an annual Labor Day weekend trip to the Coast to go crabbing with family and friends. Do I want to join? Sure, why not? A couple days of good company, ocean air and a civilized crab dinner, where's the harm in that? What ensued was a 48-hour feeding frenzy that I'm still trying to come to terms with. And crab was only the beginning – my gateway crustacean, if you will, to a full-blown seafood bender.
Got Crabs? 48 hours in Winchester Bay
My name is Alice. A-L-I-C-E. And I'm a craboholic.
It started so innocently. A friend of a friend makes an annual Labor Day weekend trip to the Coast to go crabbing with family and friends. Do I want to join? Sure, why not? A couple days of good company, ocean air and a civilized crab dinner, where's the harm in that? What ensued was a 48-hour feeding frenzy that I'm still trying to come to terms with. And crab was only the beginning – my gateway crustacean, if you will, to a full-blown seafood bender.
Pub Grub: Bend's breweries raise the bar on bar food
Anyone who's been in Bend for more than five minutes can tell you that folks around these parts take their beer very seriously. New microbreweries pop up like wildflowers, and the market never seems to get flooded. But for me the best part about a brewery is the requisite brewpub that inevitably pops up with it. Don't get me wrong, I love the beer. But I love the bar and, more importantly, the bar food even better. The hard-working chefs at our area brewpubs are often overshadowed by the brew, and the menus are taken for granted. Since this weekend the town will be gathering at the Des Chutes Historical Museum to celebrate the first annual Little Woody Barrel-Aged Brew Festival and all the hops and malt that go along with it, I thought a rundown of food favs from the brewpub menus around town was in order.
Pub Grub: Bend's breweries raise the bar on bar food
Anyone who's been in Bend for more than five minutes can tell you that folks around these parts take their beer very seriously. New microbreweries pop up like wildflowers, and the market never seems to get flooded. But for me the best part about a brewery is the requisite brewpub that inevitably pops up with it. Don't get me wrong, I love the beer. But I love the bar and, more importantly, the bar food even better. The hard-working chefs at our area brewpubs are often overshadowed by the brew, and the menus are taken for granted. Since this weekend the town will be gathering at the Des Chutes Historical Museum to celebrate the first annual Little Woody Barrel-Aged Brew Festival and all the hops and malt that go along with it, I thought a rundown of food favs from the brewpub menus around town was in order.
Hola! Part 2: With the new location up and running, they’ve earned their exclamation mark
With a happy staff, happy environs and happy food, Hola had me at, well, hola. Big, bright and generous in every way, Hola's new location in the Old Mill has retained all the qualities that made the restaurant a success on the east side, but has given those of us who can't bring ourselves to dine next to a Costco the opportunity to sample some of Bend's boldest and most interesting flavors. Just a month after opening, it seems the word is already out. With a mixed crowd of moviegoers (it's new neighbor is Regal Cinemas), tourists shopping for socks and longtime loyal customers of Hola Uno, business is bustling. As I overheard one of the servers joke, Hola Tres may not be too far off.
Hola! Part 2: With the new location up and running, they’ve earned their exclamation mark
With a happy staff, happy environs and happy food, Hola had me at, well, hola. Big, bright and generous in every way, Hola's new location in the Old Mill has retained all the qualities that made the restaurant a success on the east side, but has given those of us who can't bring ourselves to dine next to a Costco the opportunity to sample some of Bend's boldest and most interesting flavors. Just a month after opening, it seems the word is already out. With a mixed crowd of moviegoers (it's new neighbor is Regal Cinemas), tourists shopping for socks and longtime loyal customers of Hola Uno, business is bustling. As I overheard one of the servers joke, Hola Tres may not be too far off.
Little Bites: Veg Out: Do You Kanpai?
Editor's note: This is the first in a regular series about vegetarian dining options in Central Oregon from new Source correspondent Nikki Jefford. Look for more features in upcoming issues, including a look at Typhoon's veggie menu.
I suppose vegan sushi is an oxymoron, kinda like when I spread humus and salsa between two tortillas, toast it on the skillet, and call it a quesadilla. “It's called queso,” my husband informs me. “Meaning CHEESE!” Fine, but beanodilla just doesn't have the same ring.
Personally, I prefer the term “vegan sushi” to “rolls” because the latter always conjures up images of doughy balls of dinner bread, not raw slices of cucumber and avocado rolled up in seaweed and rice with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and nearly translucent slivers of ginger.
Veg Out: Do You Kanpai?
Editor's note: This is the first in a regular series about vegetarian dining options in Central Oregon from new Source correspondent Nikki Jefford. Look for more features in upcoming issues, including a look at Typhoon's veggie menu.
I suppose vegan sushi is an oxymoron, kinda like when I spread humus and salsa between two tortillas, toast it on the skillet, and call it a quesadilla. “It's called queso,” my husband informs me. “Meaning CHEESE!” Fine, but beanodilla just doesn't have the same ring.
Personally, I prefer the term “vegan sushi” to “rolls” because the latter always conjures up images of doughy balls of dinner bread, not raw slices of cucumber and avocado rolled up in seaweed and rice with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and nearly translucent slivers of ginger.
Bested Again
The beloved “Best Of” issue – everyone in the restaurant industry awaits it with an appetite. The rumors fly, the questions gnaw; who is going to get what this year? And then for one week, a year's worth of dedication and voters' fickleness is presented in grandeur, and it's the talk of the town for days until something more interesting comes into play – like whether we'll dredge Mirror Pond or if they'll ever finish resurfacing the parkway.
But should someone needed to know who the second best bartender in Bend is, well that's when I would blow off my fingernails, polish them on my shoulder, and proudly proclaim that I was the person they were seeking. Because, you might not know this, but for the life of me I cannot win that category. Cocktail show, cocktail classes, cocktail column, Las Vegas cocktail contest, radio promo, none of this is enough in today's highly competitive popularity contest.

