You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

I've been back to Miura a few times since I first visited last summer. They have daily specials, which is just a price decrease from regular menu items, rather their special blue plate specials that only exist on that given day. Either way, I have still yet to try them all off of this menu , but I'm getting close and starting to wonder if they will invent new options. This here wasabi salmon waffle is a great idea in concept. Crispy tantalizing salmon between soft fresh made waffles?! Yes, please. But in execution, the wasabi flavour was hardly detectable, and there was just too much romaine, that in the end, it felt more like a salmon salad, with a side of waffles, which still, while tasty, wasn't a great sandwich. Like its brother from another mother, the popular fried chicken and waffles combo, the crispy salmon and waffles would be a great thing on its own, maybe with a poached egg, and hi, we have brunch. Also to note, their tomato soup didn't cut the mustar...

I've been hearing about these waffle sandwiches for a while, but as the waffle is never a craving for me (nor are pancakes), I have never been that curious. Perhaps it's also a bad experience with a McGriddle, which I found far too sweet and therefore disgusting, but why would you make a sandwich out of sweet dough? Miura , however, offers a waffle that is neither too sweet nor bland, and actually holds up to its role. Freshly made, the garlic chicken was tender and flavorful, not too heavy on the garlic, but rather, it was almost a honey garlic that paired with the fresh and crispy coleslaw. I will go back to try their bulgogi waffle sandwich. They also have a sweet menu, which I haven't tried, as dessert sandwiches, especially with waffles, is just brunch.

You know you’re close to laying hands on a “waffle sandwich AKA Dutch taco” when you see a wooden hut in gravel parking lot fenced off with barbed wire and chain link at the corner of Mississippi and NE Freemont. In a more pretentious culinary scene, this trash palace of sorts certainly isn’t a spot that would be venerated in local food guides. But FLAVORSPOT is emblematic of things that are great about many Portland eateries: food is excellent, cheap, and served up without a side of snobbery. Locals seem to embrace delicious eccentricity instead. Amen!  My sweet cream and jam number was delish, my friend's MB9 had so much bacon spanning both sides of the 49th parallel that we offered a slice to a passing dog. Is it a sandwich? A taco? Who cares, it is pure brilliance or something.