One of our favourite meals is brunch. Well technically every meal is our favourite meal but YA KNOW WHAT WE MEAN. Being a “new American diner” that specializes in brunch, Tasty n Sons got us pretty excited… if you know what we mean.
We started off with a Caesar and Bloody Mary—a bit of hair of the dog, if you will. Yes, we’d gone drinking the night before.
Our server started us off with a complimentary (we don’t remember being particularly charming or anything—maybe it was because we were too hungover to bitch about the 45-minute wait) radicchio salad, which had the most interesting mix of sweet, bitter, sour, and savoury we’ve ever had in a salad.
Hans got the chilaquiles, which was Tasty n Sons’ interpretation of the Mexican staple. These featured roasted chicken, salsa verde, and sunny side up eggs. We tried a bite, and it was just so rich.
It was delicious, but we don’t think either of us could have finished an entire bowl. Perfect hangover food though—it’d probably absorb every bad thing you drank in the last two weeks.
Jojo got some fried green tomatoes for fun. Yes, that’s a piece of paper underneath, soaking up all the grease. And yes, there is a list of food-related quotes on said piece of paper absorbing the decadent artery-clogging drippage. Poetic justice, put it in a song.
We decided to share a few breakfast sandwiches. The summer muffin was vegetarian and came with grilled yellow and orange tomatoes, onions, and aioli all smushed together on a cornmeal biscuit.
For our second sandwich, we chose the more traditional sausage muffin which comes on a buttermilk biscuit with a fried egg, house sausage, and cheddar cheese. We’re SO happy we shared the two as they were so different; the fresh veg was probably better for our arteries but the traditional sausage had us lost for words with all its melt-in-your-mouth cheese/meat/egg yolk glory.
Since Mell makes a version of these for parties, she ordered a maple bacon wrapped date. A little bite of decadence and packed with sugar… it’s just divine. Like if heaven doesn’t have these, we’re not going.
Jojo got the reuben sandwich, with house pastrami and shoestring fries. If you can see in the background, these were pretty thick and not exactly “shoestring” fries, but they were fucking delicious nonetheless. Just give us all the fried lard, please.
Grace got the smoked salmon hash, with horseradish cream and an over-easy egg on top. The egg’s yolk wasn’t as runny as she would’ve liked and the smoked salmon was cooked, not cold-smoked. Sadface. Otherwise, it was a decent dish. Nothing too crazy.
Donuts for breakfast are a thing in Mell’s world, so she obviously jumped at this chocolate potato donut with crème anglaise. (She’d basically put anything in her mouth if it comes with crème anglaise.) Not as sweet as your average (neither of us are into things that are too sweet…) and tasty AF.
True to its reputation, Portland is a
quaint hipster city—but at the same time somehow doesn’t appear very “city”-like. The streets are quieter and people walk slower. Perhaps it has something to do with having a coffee or beer in hand?
This was one of our fave places on the roadtrip due to an outstanding food and drink scene that Tasty n Sons delivered on. High white ceilings, dark polished wood with dark grey accents… this joint was as much a pleasure to take in visually as it was getting to try ALL the food. Don’t worry, we’ll be back.